“Of course,” interposed Bruder Kalkmann in his iron bass, “ we have not misunderstood. You have come back in the spirit of true and unselfish devotion. You offer yourself freely, and we all appreciate it. It is your willingness and nobility that have so completely won our veneration and respect.” A faint murmur of applause ran round the room. “What we all delight in⁠—what our great Master will especially delight in⁠—is the value of your spontaneous and voluntary⁠—”

He used a word Harris did not understand. He said “ Opfer. ” The bewildered Englishman searched his brain for the translation, and searched in vain. For the life of him he could not remember what it meant. But the word, for all his inability to translate it, touched his soul with ice. It was worse, far worse, than anything he had imagined. He felt like a lost, helpless creature, and all power to fight sank out of him from that moment.