The niche in the rock was empty, save for the white linen in which He had been wrapped.
These linen bandages were lying at the edge of the grave, their ends hanging down.

The women began to weep, thinking someone had taken the corpse away; but presently they saw a white-robed boy standing by, and heard him say: "He whom you seek is not here.

He lives, and goes with you to Galilee." As if in some wild dream, the women staggered back from the grave.
There was a man in the garden whom at first they took to be the gardener.

They wanted to question him; He came towards them.

With youthful, beautiful, shining countenance, immaculate, without wounds except the nail-marks on the hands.