In her eyes was a message unreadable.

Never before had I seen woman's eyes so.
She would have passed me ungreeted had I not confronted her way.

She paused and murmured words mechanically, but all the while her eyes dreamed through me and beyond me with the largeness of the vision that filled them.
"I have seen Him, Lodbrog," she whispered.

"I have seen Him." "The gods grant that he is not so ill-affected by the sight of you, whoever he may be," I laughed.
She took no notice of my poor-timed jest, and her eyes remained full with vision, and she would have passed on had I not again blocked her way.
"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.