She tried to kneel, but a shudder passed through her.

It was as if she were descending into the place of the dead herself; so she stood up and raised her eyes to the wide white night and the moon riding so high and far away.
"Our Father," she said in a voice that sounded miles away to herself.

Was there any Father, and could He hear her?
And did He care?
"Which art in heaven--" but heaven was so far away and looked so cruelly serene to her in her desolateness and danger! "hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come--" whatever that might mean.

"Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven." It was a long prayer to pray, alone with the pale moon-rain and the graves, and a distant wolf, but it was her mother's wish.