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Otto of the Silver Hand by Howard Pyle
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"No," said Otto, "they know nothing of fighting."

"So!" said she. And then fell silent in the thought of the
wonder of it all, and that there should be men in the world that
knew nothing of violence and bloodshed; for in all the eight
years of her life she had scarcely been outside of the walls of
Castle Trutz-Drachen

At another time it was of Otto's mother that they were speaking.

"And didst thou never see her, Otto?" said the little girl.

"Aye," said Otto, "I see her sometimes in my dreams, and her
face always shines so bright that I know she is an angel; for
brother John has often seen the dear angels, and he tells me
that their faces always shine in that way. I saw her the night
thy father hurt me so, for I could not sleep and my head felt as
though it would break asunder. Then she came and leaned over me
and kissed my forehead, and after that I fell asleep."

"But where did she come from, Otto?" said the little girl.

"From paradise, I think," said Otto, with that patient
seriousness that he had caught from the monks, and that sat so
quaintly upon him.

"So!" said little Pauline; and then, after a pause, "That is why
thy mother kissed thee when thy head ached - because she is an
angel. When I was sick my mother bade Gretchen carry me to a far
part of the house, because I cried and so troubled her. Did thy
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