Then came blackness of darkness again.

And again my Helene's voice.

Ah, God, I can hear it now, calling pitifully, like a woman hanging over hell and losing hold: 'Father--my father!' "'I am here!' I cried, loudly, even as on the scaffold I cry the doom for which the malefactors die.
"And the room lit up with a flame, white as the face of God as He passed by on Mount Sinai, flash on continuous flash.

And there before me, with a countenance like a demon's, stood Otho von Reuss." I uttered a hoarse cry, but Dessauer again checked me.

My father went on: "Otho von Reuss it was--he saw me in my red apparel, and cried aloud with mighty fear.