He blessed the day he had heard that chance story of Fingers, far north.

He no longer regarded him as the fat pig of a man he had been for so many years.

For he looked upon the miracle of a great awakening.

He had seen the soul of Fingers lift itself up out of its tabernacle of flesh and grow young again; he had seen stagnant blood race with new fire.

He had seen emotions roused that had slept for long years.