With awe-struck lips, Heraklas whispered, out of a heart that craved its answer, "Who is he, Lord, that I might believe on him ?" Heraklas bent above his roll.

The answer of the Lord was there.

"It is He that talketh with thee." The lad dropped his papyrus, and covered his face.

He bowed in awe.
For a long time he knelt there, pouring out his soul in prayer--but not to Egypt's gods.

And that which is written of the blind man was fulfilled in Heraklas, also--"And he said, Lord, I believe.