<div style="text-align: justify;">Elizabeth placed her plate and cup aside and listened to the young boy named Hans. She was very curious to see the city, but she knew it was out of the question. So, she listened and tried to make her own mental picture of the city. Oslo, she thought to herself, was a beautiful name for a city.<br/><br/>The girl nodded when the boy said he head learnt English from the priest. "That is sad. I knew many good people back at home."<br/><br/>When Hans started asking questions, the girl's eyes watered up. She took a deep breath before speaking.<br/><br/>"I... I don't know", she murmured. Before he could ask further questions, she continued. "I was at home, with my father, and I was sleeping. I woke here already, with these men."<br/><br/>She smiled when he said she sounded more like a princess. "Thank you for saying that. But princesses are rich, and beautiful, and they live in palaces. I lived in a small house", she murmured.<br/><br/>Another sigh, and she looked at the boy. "Do you think they would tell you what they will do to me?"</div>