“Yes. Now, then, no man ever does drop a link--the thing has never happened! Even when he is trying to make up his mind as to whether he will do a thing or not, that itself is a link, an act, and has its proper place in his chain; and when he finally decides an act, that also was the thing which he was absolutely certain to do. You see, now, that a man will never drop a link in his chain. He cannot. If he made up his mind to try, that project would itself be an unavoidable link--a thought bound to occur to him at that precise moment, and made certain by the first act of his babyhood.” It seemed so dismal! “He is a prisoner for life,” I said sorrowfully, “and cannot get free.” “No, of himself he cannot get away from the consequences of his first childish act. But I can free him.” I looked up wistfully. “I have changed the careers of a number of your villagers.” I tried to thank him, but found it difficult, and let it drop. “I shall make some other changes. You know that little Lisa Brandt?” “Oh yes, everybody does. My mother says she is so sweet and so lovely that she is not like any other child. She says she will be the pride of the village when she grows up; and its idol, too, just as she is now.” “I shall change her future.” “Make it better?” I asked. “Yes. And I will change the future of Nikolaus.” I was glad, this time, and said, “I don’t need to ask about his case; you will be sure to do generously by him.” “It is my intention.” Straight off I was building that great future of Nicky’s in my imagination, and had already made a renowned general of him and hofmeister at the court, when I noticed that Satan was waiting for me to get ready to listen again. I was ashamed of having exposed my cheap imaginings to him, and was expecting some sarcasms, but it did not happen. He proceeded with his subject: “Nicky’s appointed life is sixty-two years.” “That’s grand!” I said. “Lisa’s, thirty-six. But, as I told you, I shall change their lives and those ages. Two minutes and a quarter from now Nikolaus will wake out of his sleep and find the rain blowing in. It was appointed that he should turn over and go to sleep again. But I have appointed that he shall get up and close the window first. That trifle will change his career entirely. He will rise in the morning two minutes later than the chain of his life had appointed him to rise. By consequence, thenceforth nothing will ever happen to him in accordance with the details of the old chain.” He took out his watch and sat looking at it a few moments, then said: “Nikolaus has risen to close the window. His life is changed, his new career has begun. There will be consequences.” It made me feel creepy; it was uncanny.