"Aye," Abbu agreed.
Croft told what had occurred.
Abbu heard him out. At the end he was seized by a shaking which caused him to quiver through body and limbs.
"Listen, father," Croft said. "I am not Jasor, though I inhabit his form. Yet I know something of him, and of Tamarizia as well. Jasor had a father."
"And a mother." The priest inclined his head.
Croft had gained information, but he did not make a comment upon it then. "To them I must appear still as Jasor," he returned.
"They are looked for in Scira," Abbu declared. "We hoped for their coming. Why have you done this thing? Are you good or evil?"
"Good, by the grace of Zitu," said Croft. "I come to help Tamarizia. Think you I could have come had not Zitu willed?"
Suddenly the face of the young priest flamed. "Nay!" he cried, and rose to stand by the couch. "Now my eyes are open and I see. This thing is of Zitu, nor could he save by his will. It is as I said, a miracle indeed." Again he lifted his arms in the sign of the cross.