Chapter 19: At the Child's Bedside

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​⁠The stars were already twinkling above the Griess, here and there one looked as if impaled on a giant flagstaff, as they sparkled just above the tops of the lofty firs or the sharp pinnacles of the crags. Countless shooting stars glided hither and thither like loving glances seeking one another.

The night was breathing in long regular inhalations. Every five minutes her sleeping breath rustled the