“Inmydreamyoutriumphedoverallofthem，Olaf，andalsometwithsomerewardeveninthislife，thoughnowIknownotwhatitwas。Yes，andtriumphyoushall，mysoninChrist。Fearnothing，evenwhenthestorm-cloudssweepaboutyourheadandthelightningsblindyoureyes。
Isay，fearnothing，foryouhavefriendswhomyoucannotsee。Iasknomoreevenunderthesealofconfession，sincetherearesecretswhichitisnotwelltolearn。Whoknows，Imightgomad，ortorturemightdrawfrommewordsIwouldnotspeak。Therefore，keepyourowncounsel，son，andconfesstoGodalone。“
“Whatwillyoudonow，Father？“Iasked。“ReturntoEgypt？“
“Nay，notyetawhile。ItcomestomethatImustbidehereforaspace，whichunderthispardonIhavelibertytodo，buttowhatendI
cannotsay。LateronIshallreturn，ifGodsowills。Igotodwellwithgoodfolkwhoareknowntome，andfromtimetotimewillletyouhearwhereImaybefound，ifyoushouldneedmyhelporcounsel。“