"Put them on, man!" he said.

"What! Once thou didst nail God's foot to a cross! As for me, I will remember that One who saved all, and be patient." They chained him and left him there in the dark.
I saw him the next day, entering with his gaoler.

Had he slept?
"Yes." "How did he find himself ?" "How does my body find itself?
Why, no worse than usual, nowadays that I am getting old! My body has been unhappier a thousand times in storm and fight, and thirst and famine." "Then mind and soul ?" I asked.
"They are well.

There is nothing left for them but to feel well.

I am in the hand of God." I did what service for him I could.