She mystified the girl, for she never
complained, never asked questions, talked but little, and always smiled
kindly when the pillow was freshened.
"Good morning, Fraeu," said Gretchen.
"Good morning, _Liebchen_."
"I have brought you a brick this morning, for it will be cold till the
sun is high."
"Thank you."
Gretchen pulled the deal table to the side of the cot, poured out the
coffee, and buttered the bread.
"I ought not to drink coffee, but it is the only thing that warms me.
You have been very patient with me."
"I am glad to help you."
"And that is why I love you. Now, I have some instructions to give you
this morning. Presently I shall be leaving, and there will be something
besides crowns."
"You are thinking of leaving?"
"Yes. When I go I shall not come back. Under my pillow there is an
envelope. You will find it and keep it."
Gretchen, young and healthy, touched not this melancholy undercurrent.
She accepted the words at their surface value. She knew nothing about
death except by hearsay.
"You will promise to take it?"
"Yes, Fraeu."
"Thanks, little gosling. I have an errand for you this morning. It will
take you to the palace."
"To the palace?" echoed Gretchen.
"Yes. Does that frighten you?"
"No, Fraeu; it only surprises me.
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