I did not feel sorry for her. I know what had happened to her child, and it was better for her to be dead. What shall I do? What can I do? How can I escape from this dreadful place of night, despair, and fear?

25 June.- Until he has had a really bad night, no-one realizes how sweet the morning can be. The sun rose this morning and lit up the top of the main gate near my window. Where the sunlight touched, it seemed as though the world was filled with hope once more. My fear fell away from me. It seemed like clothing made of mist which melted in the warmth of the sun.

I must do something now while I am still feeling brave because the day is here. Last night one of my three letters was sent. This was the first of the those letters which will make it seem as though I have left the castle and completely vanished from the earth.

I'm not going to think about that. It is time to do something!