Yes, during those peaceful weeks the things my father and tutor had taught me became clear and real for the first time.

I realized that I must become energetic if I meant ever to be a thorough sovereign.

As soon as I could use my foot again I became an industrious and docile pupil under Cilo.

From a child up to the time of this cruel experience, my youthful heart had clung to my nurse.

She was a Christian from my father's African home--I knew she loved me best on earth.