E. K. looking into the show-stone, said, “I see a garland of white rose-buds about the border of the stone: they be well opened, but not full out.”
Δ “The great mercies of God be upon us; we beseech him to increase our faith.”
E. K. “Amen! But while I consider these buds better they seem rather to be white lilies.”
Δ “The eternal God wipe away our blackness, and make us purer and whiter than snow.”
E. K. “They are 72 in number (angels), seeming with their heads alternatim, seeming with their heads one towards me and one towards you. A voice cometh shouting out from the lilies, and all the lilies are become on fire. I hear a sound as though it were of many waters poured or streaming down in the clifts of great rocks and mountains. The noise is marvellous great; I hear it as afar off, and through the stone, or as it were of a thousand water-mills going together.”
A Voice. “Est. Et quo modo est?”
Another Voice. “Male et in summo: et mensuratum est.”
E. K. “I hear a great roaring, as if it were out of a cloud over one’s head, not perfectly like thunder.”
Another Voice. “The Seal is broken!”
E. K. “Now I see beyond like a furnace-mouth as big as four or five gates of a city, as if it were a quarter of a mile off, with a horrible smother of smoke coming out of it; and by it a great lake of pitch, and it bubbleth or simpereth as water doth when it beginneth to seethe. There standeth by the pit a white man in a white garment tucked up; his face is marvellous fair: this white spiritual creature saith, ‘My Lord, Ascend!’”