ences in an isolated farm morning made t. ted of a , a stable, and a barn surrounded by a green crop  trees, lay strangely still and asleep: tfalls, no c a sound. In tyard, a coood in t ime to milk epped up to to table; it  to ts stra t find a soul to tonised ead. Several times t ts; no ansried to open it. to  unlocked, and ered tc;God bless you,quot; ;Nobody ; t remained silent. Robert stayed outside. Impelled by curiosity, Goldmund advanced furt, a strange, disgusting smell. to it: sparks still gleamed at ttom under ciced someone sitting in t beside tting t looked like an old o be under a spell. itap ouced  s stir and  sting in a cobo ;S;   so make sure, ried to revive tcil a flame s up and o lig up to till open, staring empty and leaden. tting in the chair. ell, she was beyond help.

    itick in o a back room,  or nine, . tle fists. t Goldmund. As to tters  pouring in. Carefully inguisorc on the floor.

    ty, and tra from under coarse gray ss. In tiffly on  back t ly in unfamiliar colors of deato ter jug er  and  yet been completely absorbed by t o a ely entangled in ss and blanket, lay a big, o tra lig and ttled in tousled linen, lay a raw-blond as sains in her dead face.

    Goldmunds eyes traveled from corpse to corpse. terribly disfigured, but o te desire to flee, especially in t resign itself to dying. tubbornness and  eeply, rigidly into t of a tlefield. , taut, stubbornly controlled posture iful; it  been a petty, coouctle corpse of ts belly across told no