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"
Ciao
,
"
said
His
Grace
,
smiling
.
There
was
no
answer
,
but
he
saw
that
the
clothes
were
those
of
a
German
infantryman
of
lowest
rank
;
his
ordinary
man
!
That
he
was
a
German
did
n't
matter
.
"
Wie
geht
's
?
"
he
asked
,
still
smiling
.
A
movement
caused
sweat
on
a
wide
,
intellectual
brow
to
flash
suddenly
out
of
the
dimness
.
"
Du
bist
krank
?
"
he
asked
then
,
wondering
if
the
lad
,
for
he
was
no
more
,
was
ill
.
Came
the
voice
,
at
last
:
"
Nein
.
"
Archbishop
Ralph
laid
his
flashlight
down
on
the
floor
and
went
forward
,
put
his
hand
under
the
soldier
's
chin
and
lifted
it
to
look
into
the
dark
eyes
,
darker
in
the
darkness
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
he
asked
in
German
,
and
laughed
.
"
There
!
"
he
continued
,
still
in
German
.
"
You
do
n't
know
it
,
but
that
's
been
my
main
function
in
life
--
to
ask
people
what
's
the
matter
.
And
,
let
me
tell
you
,
it
's
a
question
which
has
got
me
into
a
lot
of
trouble
in
my
time
.
"
"
I
came
to
pray
,
"
said
the
lad
in
a
voice
too
deep
for
his
age
,
with
a
heavy
Bavarian
accent
.
"
What
happened
,
did
you
get
locked
in
?
"
