CHAPTER XIX. RISEN FROM THE DEAD CHAPTER XX. "LORD" KATE CHAPTER XXI. LUTHER'S LAST WILL CHAPTER XXII. LITTLE LENA CHAPTER XXIII. ONCE MORE IN ZULSDORF CHAPTER XXIV. PARTING _BOOK THIRD--THE WIDOW._ CHAPTER XXV. ALONE CHAPTER XXVI. WAR CHAPTER XXVII. MORE TROUBLE CHAPTER XXVIII. GLIMPSES OF SUNSHINE CHAPTER XXIX. RELEASE KATHARINE VON BORA; THE MAIDEN. CHAPTER I. A CONSPIRACY. It was the evening of a clear, warm March day. The sun, sinking behind the distant hills, sent its parting rays over the earth, tinting hills and valleys, forests and meadows, with golden light. The evening mist was rising, and covering with a filmy veil the tender spring flowers--the snow-drops and violets--from the chilly night air. The windows in the western wing of the convent of Nimptschen shone with a ruddy glow; and the face of the young nun, who stood by an open casement, seemed transfigured by the strange light, while the tears in her eyes quivered like drops of liquid gold. With longing sadness, her glance rested upon the landscape; upon the peasants, returning to their homes, after the day's work; and upon the children, playing their merry games on the village green. The young nun was of pleasing, graceful figure. Her features were too irregular to be strictly beautiful, and the pallor of her skin made her appear older than she was. But her face possessed the rare charm of sympathy. Clear, thoughtful eyes and delicately curved lips betrayed a deep, rich inner life, and a sensitive heart; while the firmly rounded chin bespoke self-respect and decision of character. An expression of gentle dignity lay upon the arched forehead. There was in her manner a certain highbred nobility, the stamp of true womanliness, and her movements were full of grace. Her cell was narrow and gloomy; yet the skillful hands of its occupant had so disposed the scanty furniture, and the saints' pictures upon the walls, adding here and there little touches of color, that the room had lost its bare appearance. The abbess herself was fond of visiting this cell, and often said: "I cannot understand, Sister Katharine, why your cell is so home-like. One feels here, that it is far pleasanter to come, than to go."