A young girl, companion to the Russian royal family, renounces God, the Church, and marriage after seeing the fall of the Czars.
I can not understand--the veil. No. I can understand this----" turning her head and glancing proudly around her at her girl comrades. "I can comprehend this thing that I am doing. But not what you wish to do, Palla. Not such service as you offer."
"I wish to serve the source of all good. My heart is too full to be satisfied by serving mankind alone."
The girl-soldier shook her head: "I try to understand. I can not. I am sorry, because I love you."
"I love you, Ilse. I love my fellows."
After another silence:
"You go to the imperial family?" demanded Ilse abruptly.
"I wish to see you again. I shall try."
The battalion marched a few moments later.
It was rather a bad business. They went over the top with a cheer. Fifty answered roll call that night.
However, the hun had learned one thing--that women soldiers were inferior to none.
Russia learned it, too. Everywhere battalions were raised, uniformed, armed, equipped, dr