Some at the Door.—I smell sweet fragrance. I see a tongue of fire above the tombstone of Bishop Gudmund!
Others.—He was good to the poor!
Illugi (with a loud voice, lifting up his crutch and arising).—Praised be the blessed Bishop Gudmund! My eyes can see!
Helgi.—O miraculum magnum!
The People at the Doors.—A miracle! A miracle! A miracle!
Botolf.—Let all bells of the church be rung.
Kolbein.—Wait an instant, my lord! The eyes of the man are unchanged. Let him prove that he can see.
Helgi.—Ay, let him do that, my lord! Let the man prove that he can see, so that Thomas be made to believe.
Kolbein (aside).—Hand me a parchment, Haf! (HAF takes a scroll out of a box in the choir and reaches it over to him.) You were blind, then, when I spoke to you before?
Illugi.—I am born blind, my lord! But now it seems to me I can see all that others see.