What they call pigeon's blood is not the colour of blood at all.

It is more like pomegranates, as you said at first.

But this is a marvellous thing.

The master will be pleased." Nella came and looked too, convinced that the glass had in some way turned out more beautiful by the magic of her mistress's touch.
"It is a miracle!" cried the woman of the people.

"Some saint must have made this." The glass glowed like a gem and seemed to give out light of its own.