But suddenly, through his shut eyes, he smiled.

He, no doubt, will come back here on earth, and something within me thanks him for his miracle.
And there was that one, too, whom I saw die.

He raised his hand, which was drowning.

Hidden in the depths of the others, it was only by that hand that he lived, and called, and saw.

On one finger shone a wedding-ring, and it told me a sort of story.