The Pilgrim of the Night 29

Lord, gazed too at Christ standing there in
the sun.

And this was what he beheld: a man of
lofty stature and most grave and beautiful
countenance. His eyes were blue and very
brilliant, his cheeks were slightly tinged with
red, and his hair was of the ruddy golden
colour of wine. From the top of his head
to his ears it was straight and without radi-
ance; but from his ears to his shoulders and
down his back it fell in shining .curls and
clusters.

Again all was suddenly changed and Isi-
dore and the Angel were alone.

“Thou hast seen,” said the Angel; “ give
me thy hand so that thou shalt not forget.”

Isidore stretched out his hand, and the
Angel opened it, and turning the palm up-
ward, struck it. Isidore groaned with the
sharp pain of the stroke, and sank into un-
consciousness.

When he awoke in the morning the sun
was high in the heavens, and the pilgrim had
departed on his way. But the hut was filled
with a heavenly fragrance, and on his bed
Isidore perceived the wild flowers that he
had. plucked in the fields of Bethany — red