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Show 147 and the band is of heavy gold. I want them to keep i t , the convent is so poor, but Mother Justina won't hear of i t . She says the ring was bequeathed to me." "Where will you go?" "First I must make a pilgrimage along the route to Aachen. Father Antonius has pronounced that as my penance. Then I will try to find a trade somewhere that I can learn - anything besides baking." I knelt in front of her. "In a few years when I am fully grown and have a living, I will come back for you, Hilde." "For me?" "God must mean for us to be together - we were the only two he spared." She sat with her head bowed, twisting the silver ring on her forefinger. "I have thought.. .that perhaps I have a calling to the life here." "You can't become a nun if you cannot...if you are...." "Blind?" Her lips curved in a little smile. "I have not told anyone else, Albert, but of late I can see just a bit. I can see the color of your hair, with the sun on it." I wanted to shout for joy, but I could only whisper, "Oh Hilde!" "If my sight returns fully, and if God calls me, I will profess my vows and become a nun." "It is in God's hands then," I said, rising to my feet, happier than I had been since I could remember. "Yet I give you my promise that I will come back to find out." |