and care for her; but when I reached the city I was seized and imprisoned.
Flick. [Crying out.] Can he be . . .?
Blick. Hush! [To Berthold.] Go on!
Berthold. It has taken me a whole year to escape. I dug a tunnel under the prison tower with that broken knife. I first saw daylight yesterday. I stopped only to hide my children; then I fled here to the forest to search. I have little hope—how could she live a year?—but I must search! Now, will you let me go?
- [There is a moment's silence. Blick consults the others with a look, and replies.
Blick. If you can answer three questions we will let you go.
Berthold. [Wonderingly.] Questions?
Blick. Who was the woman who imprisoned you?
Berthold. Woman? How did you know
