And when he awoke in the prison cell, his mother's gentle voice still sounded in his ears: "My child, you must cling to Jesus." Konrad was taken every day for half an hour into the dirty and sunless courtyard.

But he dreaded that half-hour.

It stirred a vain longing for light.

And the rough and insolent fellow-prisoners with whom he was brought in contact! He preferred to be alone in his quiet cell.
During his imprisonment he had often asked for work, but was always informed that nothing of the sort had been provided for by the authorities.

Besides--work was an honourable thing, and it must first be proved that he was worthy of it.