Gordon Young, Days of '49 — Chapter 9 (1925)
“ Ilona pushed off the covers with a flurry of movement and sat up. Her hair fell about her in a tangle of caresses, her eyes glowed with alarm. "Why? Kredra, why does my father send at this hour! It is night!""When God has done a thing, one should not lie," said Kredra, adding simply, "He dies.""He dies?" Ilona cried, merely blankly repeating the words she could not believe. "My father—dies? Kredra, oh, waken me! I dream that you say—Kredra, O Kredra, who—who would hurt my father? ”
