y's Rise of... Rise of... Motley's Rise of
the Dutch Republic.... Motley's Rise of the Dutch Republic and the
Chronicles of the Schonberg-Cotta family. She held to the memory of
these two books. Something was coming from them to her. She handled the
shiny brown gold-tooled back of Motley's Rise and felt the hard graining
of the red-bound Chronicles.... There were green trees outside in the
moonlight... in Luther's Germany... trees and fields and German towns
and then Holland. She breathed more easily. Her eyes opened serenely.
Tranquil moonlight lay across the room. It surprised her like a sudden
hand stroking her brow. It seemed to feel for her heart. If she gave way
to it her thoughts would go. Perhaps she ought to watch it and let her
thoughts go. It passed over her trouble like her mother did when she
said, "Don't go so deeply into everything, chickie. You must learn to
take life as it comes. Ah-eh if I were strong I could show you how
to enjoy life...." Delicate little mother, running quickly downstairs
clearing her throat to sing. But mother did not know. She had no
reasoning power. She could not help because she did not know. The
moonlight was sad and hesitating. Miriam closed her eyes again.
Luther... pinning up that notice on a church door.... (Why is Luther
like a dyspeptic blackbird? Because the Diet of Worms did not agree with
him)... and then leaving the notice on the church door and going home to
tea... coffee... some evening meal... Kathe... Kathe... happy Kathe....
They pinned up that notice on a Roman Catholic church... and all the
priests looked at them... and behind the priests were torture and dark
places... Luther looking up to God... saying you couldn't get away from
your sins by paying money... standing out in the world and Kathe
making the meal at home... Luther was fat and German. Perhaps his face
perspired... Eine feste Burg; a firm fortress... a round tower made of
old brown bricks and no windows.... No need for Kathe to smile.... She
had been a nun... and then making a lamplit meal for Lather in a wooden
German house... and Rome waiting to kill them.

Darwin had come since then. There were people... distinguished minds,
who thought Darwin was true.

No God. No Creation. The struggle for existence. Fighting....
Fighting.... Fighting.... Everybody groping and fighting....
Fraulein.... Some said it was true... some not. They could not both be
right. It was probably true... only old-fashioned pe