This is no revolt of the peasants, organized by the peasants.

Princess, you must tell me all you know!" "I--I," she stammered, "I know nothing!" And then suddenly she burst into tears, and buried her face in a tiny, useless handkerchief.

It was so unlike her and so sudden that Steinmetz was startled.
He laid his great hand soothingly on her shoulder.
"I know," he said quietly, "I know more than you think.

I am no saint, princess, myself.

I too have had my difficulties.