Kolbein.—I have still my doubts about that (holding the parchment before ILLUGI). Are you able to see what this is?
Illugi.—A parchment, my lord.
Kolbein.—And can you discern what is there written?
Illugi.—I can see the letters clearly.
Kolbein.—That you could say, although you could not see them.
Illugi (reads).—'And when St. John was arrayed in his pontifical robes, ready for burial—'
Kolbein.—How is it possible that you who are born blind have learned to read?
(ILLUGI remains silent, greatly frightened.)
Helgi.—O miraculum magnum! Holy Bishop Gudmund has imparted to him the art of reading!
Illugi.—The glorious saint appeared to me last night in a dream and taught me to read, so that I might prove to-day that my eyes can see.