It happened in the rich chapel of an ancestral castle in Germany many years ago. It was the Feast of Corpus Christi and High Mass had just been celebrated, and the Blessed Sacrament was left exposed for adoration, when hostile soldiers suddenly burst through the door; for war was raging the land.
      The venerable old priest left the altar to meet the advancing soldiers and begged them, in God's name, to spare the holy house of God. But one of the soldiers struck him with a murderous blow to the head. He died a martyr in defense of the Blessed Sacrament exposed upon the altar in a monstrance of purest gold beset with precious jewels. The ruthless soldiers it was thought,  must have carried this monstrance away with them, including the costly sacred utensils pertaining to the service of God, and those sacred utensils were not seen there again.
      Then it was that the Sweet Little Boy began to appear in the castle halls. A lively boy with golden hair and beautiful blue eyes, dressed in a long white robe that was like the alb of a priest, and fastened round the waist by a girdle. His face was sweet and gentle, but never a word he spoke. No one was afraid of the Sweet Little Boy, though for many years he appeared from time to time in the corridors of that castle and then mysteriously vanished. No one knew who he was, or why he came, or what he wanted.
      One time, one of the boys of the noble family, when he met the Boy in the corridor for the first time, asked him bluntly: "Where are you from? What do you want here? What is your name?" But no answer came from his lips. The Boy merely raised both his hands and pointed with his right hand in the direction of a gallery in the hallway that led to the chapel. That was all.
      The years passed by. Everybody knew about the Sweet Little Boy. Then, one Christmas Eve, at ten o'clock, he suddenly appeared to a group of young men gathered together in the dining room of the castle. Speaking kindly, one of the men asked him: "Tell us the object of your visits, sweet little boy, and why you appear. We are willing to do whatever you desire." A gentle smile seemed to illuminate his lovely face, and his lips seemed to form the word, "Come". And his right hand pointed where from the gallery the corridor turned to the chapel.
      The Boy led them on through the mysterious windings that only an old castle can have. In the darkness his beautiful form was surrounded by a halo of light. They came to a confessional built into the wall. On the inner side, halfway up where the penitent kneels, there was an ornamentation carved into the wood, a fruit garland supported by two angels, in the midst of which was suspended a bunch of grapes. The Boy placed his hand upon the bunch of grapes and straightaway disappeared.