Danse Macabre † Woodcut Plate
The Child
Mors ad Infantem
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  (x x)   (o o)
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   d b     d b
The cruelest plate: no age is spared, no innocence exempted.
Death speaks:
Little one, I am sorry. I take no pleasure here. But my commission makes no exceptions.
The Child answers:
I had not yet learned to fear. I do not understand why the dancing man has no face.