Mary is full of peace, and wraps the child in her cloak so that he rests like a pearl in its shell.

He nestles against her warm breast and sucks his fill.

Whenever Joseph begins to be afraid, he feels the angel's wing fanning his face.

And then he is full of courage and leads his loved ones past hissing snakes and roaring lions.
After many days they reached a fertile valley lying between rocky hills; a clear stream flowed through it.

They rested under a hedge of thorns, and looked at a terribly wild mountain that rose high above the rest.