Child, you are good and gentle, to such as you the Ear of God is open.

Call to him; ask for light, He will not refuse.

Do you remember in the fire at the Towers, when we crouched in that vault and the walls crumbled overhead, you said you saw His angel bending over us and heard his speech.

Call to Him, Cicely, and if He will not listen, hear me.

I have a means of death about me.