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"
Who
is
this
he
?
"
I
demanded
.
"
Some
man
raised
from
the
dead
to
put
such
strange
light
in
your
eyes
?
"
"
One
who
has
raised
others
from
the
dead
,
"
she
replied
.
"
Truly
I
believe
that
He
,
this
Jesus
,
has
raised
the
dead
.
He
is
the
Prince
of
Light
,
the
Son
of
God
.
I
have
seen
Him
.
Truly
I
believe
that
He
is
the
Son
of
God
.
"
Little
could
I
glean
from
her
words
,
save
that
she
had
met
this
wandering
fisherman
and
been
swept
away
by
his
folly
.
For
surely
this
Miriam
was
not
the
Miriam
who
had
branded
him
a
plague
and
demanded
that
he
be
stamped
out
as
any
plague
.
"
He
has
charmed
you
,
"
I
cried
angrily
.
Her
eyes
seemed
to
moisten
and
grow
deeper
as
she
gave
confirmation
.
"
Oh
,
Lodbrog
,
His
is
charm
beyond
all
thinking
,
beyond
all
describing
.
But
to
look
upon
Him
is
to
know
that
here
is
the
all-soul
of
goodness
and
of
compassion
.
I
have
seen
Him
.
I
have
heard
Him
.
I
shall
give
all
I
have
to
the
poor
,
and
I
shall
follow
Him
.
"
Such
was
her
certitude
that
I
accepted
it
fully
,
as
I
had
accepted
the
amazement
of
the
lepers
of
Samaria
staring
at
their
smooth
flesh
;
and
I
was
bitter
that
so
great
a
woman
should
be
so
easily
wit-addled
by
a
vagrant
wonder-worker
.
"
Follow
him
,
"
I
sneered
.
"
Doubtless
you
will
wear
a
crown
when
he
wins
to
his
kingdom
.
"
She
nodded
affirmation
,
and
I
could
have
struck
her
in
the
face
for
her
folly
.
