"A girl," he said. "so it was all for nothing." "Do not say so, sir." Hrotrud was suddenly fearful that the canon's disappointment might mean less for her to eat. "The child is healthy and strong. God grant that she live to do credit to your name." The canon shook his head. "She is a punishment from God. A punishment for my sins — and hers." He motioned toward Gudrun, who lay motionless. "Will she live?" (p.8)

The men released Theodorus, and he fell forward onto his knees. Then he raised his head and Anastasius screamed in terror. The face was dreadful. Blood poured from the black and empty holes where Theodorus's eyes had been, streaming from his chin onto his shoulders and chest. Anastasius buried his face in his father's side. He felt his father's large hands on his shoulders and heard his voice, strong and unwavering...