"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.