21/41 Olaf Gueldmar,--strong in the strength of the Lord, I dare to set foot upon your accursed threshold, and once more make my just demand. Give me back the child of my dead daughter!. restore to me the erring creature who should be the prop of my defenceless age, had not your pagan spells alienated her from me,--release her,--and bid her return with me to my desolate hearth and home. |