"What's in it?" asked the child, fingering the little packet.
"It's a ricetta, a receipt which will bring you good fortune. An old monk I met on the road gave it to me. Mind you always wear it on your chest, next your skin. Don't ever lose it."
"What was the monk like? Had he a long beard? Had he a stick?"
"Yes, a beard and a stick."
"Was it he?"
"Who?"
"The Lord Jesus."
"Perhaps!" said Olì. "Well, promise you'll never lose the little bag. Swear it."
"I swear on my conscience," said Anania, much impressed. "Is the chain strong?"
"Very strong."