Chapter 21 SISTER GENOVEVA IS GONE

O thou whose glory fills the etherial throne,

And all ye deathless powers, protect my son!

-Iliad.

wilight was fast deepening into night when I returned to my Kammer in the large Brother House, or Bethania, which we built a few years after the departure of the Eckerlings, down in the meadow, nigh the Cocalico, and facing the Sister House,