IV--"MY LOVELY LITTLE BOY--THEY KILLED HIM"

Every time a convoy of prisoners passed through the village she was

seized with restlessness. She was eager and quick in her movements and

she stood staring intently at those who passed by.

It seemed as if she were looking for one particular face amongst the

many hundreds, but when they had passed by she collapsed again and

dragged herself back to the house, or out to the dyke and the mound in

the corner of the garden.

Towards evening, on the day that we had entered the village, I was

standing outside her house with one of my comrades. She was going about

that evening moaning as she had never moaned before. Her hair was

hanging in matted strands about her face, and her clothes were nothing

but torn rags. It seemed as if she had torn them in her horror.

All the time she went on murmuring, between her moans: "My lovely

little boy--my lovely little boy!..."

Now and then she clenched one hand in the other or struck them both

against her forehead.

While we were standing by looking at her my lieutenant came up. He

tried to soothe her and patted her shoulder, but every time he touched

her she shuddered and seemed to shrink in sudden terror.

"My poor little boy!" she moaned. "They killed him. He was only six

years old and was lying in his bed. 'Pray to God,' I cried to him;

'pray to God.' I was lying on the floor by his bed and saw him fold his

hands in prayer, while he gazed at me in terror.

"But he who was standing over him did not spare him. He stabbed him

in the breast with his bayonet, and he kicked me along the floor.

My husband was lying murdered on the doorstep; his face was red with

blood; his forehead was cut open."

Her words came in rapid, violent gasps, while she pressed her hands

against her eyes as if to shut out all the horror she saw before her.

"But there _is_ justice in the world," she screamed. "There is justice.

I shall find him; I shall find him; I shall find him!..."

Then she grew a little calmer, and the lieutenant and I stood

whispering to each other about what we had just seen and about what we

had heard about her.

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