In less than half an hour my wife and I will be together, listening while Raphael speaks--or Christ, perhaps, or Leonardo.' "Twice the brigade chaplain came to the tent, but seeing me retired.
The third time he appeared my foster father said: 'He's come to talk to me of Christ and Raphael.

It is pleasant to hear his kind assurance that the journey to them is a swift one, done in the twinkling of an eye....

So--I will say good-bye.

Now go, my child.' "Locked in my desperate embrace, his wandering gaze came back and met my terror-stricken eyes.

And after another moment a slow colour came into his wasted face.