"Aye," said Otto, and his eyes filled with tears, until one
sparkling drop trickled slowly down his white face.

Little Pauline stood looking seriously at him for a while. "I am
sorry for thee, Otto," said she, at last. And then, at her
childish pity, he began crying in earnest.

This was only the first visit of many from the little maid, for
after that she often came to Otto's prison, who began to look
for her coming from day to day as the one bright spot in the
darkness and the gloom.

Sitting upon the edge of his bed and gazing into his face with
wide open eyes, she would listen to him by the hour, as he told
her of his life in that far away monastery home; of poor, simple
brother John's wonderful visions, of the good Abbot's books with
their beautiful pictures, and of all the monkish tales and
stories of knights and dragons and heroes and emperors of
ancient Rome, which brother Emmanuel had taught him to read in
the crabbed monkish Latin in which they were written.

One day the little maid sat for a long while silent after he had
ended speaking. At last she drew a deep breath. "And are all
these things that thou tellest me about the priests in their
castle really true? " said she.

"Yes," said Otto, "all are true."

"And do they never go out to fight other priests?"