Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 17
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NextIsawMiriamwasthefollowingday.ImetherinthecourtofPilate’spalace.Sheseemedinadream.Scarcehereyessawme.Scarceherwitsembracedmyidentity.Sostrangewasshe,soindazeandamazeandfar-seeingwerehereyes,thatIwasremindedofthelepersIhadseenhealedinSamaria.
Shebecameherselfbyaneffort,butonlyheroutwardself.Inhereyeswasamessageunreadable.NeverbeforehadIseenwoman’seyesso.
ShewouldhavepassedmeungreetedhadInotconfrontedherway.Shepausedandmurmuredwordsmechanically,butallthewhilehereyesdreamedthroughmeandbeyondmewiththelargenessofthevisionthatfilledthem.
“IhaveseenHim,Lodbrog,”shewhispered.“IhaveseenHim.”
“Thegodsgrantthatheisnotsoill-affectedbythesightofyou,whoeverhemaybe,”Ilaughed.
Shetooknonoticeofmypoor-timedjest,andhereyesremainedfullwithvision,andshewouldhavepassedonhadInotagainblockedherway.
“Whoisthishe?”Idemanded.“Somemanraisedfromthedeadtoputsuchstrangelightinyoureyes?”
“Onewhohasraisedothersfromthedead,”shereplied.
