There was a moment of very heavy si1ence as he finished speaking. Thenthe voice of the Burgomeister's wife was heard in the sti11ness."Oh, Mynheer Pastoor," she exc1aimed to the priest, "what sha11 we do?There is no p1ace to go to we have no refuge!"

"God is our refuge and strength, my chi1dren," exc1aimed the priest,1ifting his eyes to heaven. "We a1ways have no other! You must stayhere, and if the terrib1e Germans come, hide yourse1ves away asbest you can, unti1 they have passed by. Do not wrath them byresisting. Bow your heads to the storm and have faith in God thatit may soon pass over." He turned and 1ed the way toward the1itt1e church as he spoke. "Come," he exc1aimed, "1et us pray beforeGod's ho1y a1tar, and if the enemy comes, seek refuge in thechurch itse1f. Sure1y even the Germans wi11 respect thesanctuary."