As he led the procession forward, another crowd, some of them being other brown-cowled monks, parted before the church door, and there, clearly before his wondering eyes was erected a great cross upon which he saw the crucified Saviour.
He saw those in the procession form about the cross and fling themselves upon the ground before it, while all the others round about knelt.

He saw the monk, standing alone, raise the smaller cross in his hands above them, as if in blessing.

High above it all, he saw the crucified one, the head lying over on the shoulder.
Then he, too, flung himself face down in the sand, weeping hysterically, calling wildly, and trying again to utter his prayer.

Once more he dared to look up, in some sudden distrust of his eyes.

Again he saw the prostrate figures, the kneeling ones farther back, the brown-cowled monk with arms upraised, and the face of agony on the cross.
He was down in the sand again, now with enough control of himself to cry out his prayer over and over.