“And I still can’t get over the fact that you really do believe me.” He shrugged, gallantly offering me an arm to hold while I slipped the rough straps of the sandal over my instep. “Ma chère, I serve a man who multiplied the loaves and fishes”—he smiled, nodding at the pool, where the swirls of the carps’ feeding were still subsiding—“who healed the sick and raised the dead. Shall I be astonished that the master of eternity has brought a young woman through the stones of the earth to do His will?”
