Behind followed the mother with a large bundle on her back.

Then came the father with a still bigger one.

There they were trudging along, leaving their home (p.

070) behind with its happy memories, to go forth as penniless refugees, compelled to live on the charity of others.

It was through no fault of their own, but only through the monstrous greed and ambition of a despot crazed with feudal dreams of a by-gone age.