“Woman, I am the courier of him who speaketh but once to such as thou and they are healed. I am not afraid.”
“The Nazarene?”
“The Messiah,” he said.
“Is it true that he cometh to the city to-day?”
“He is now at Bethphage.”
“On what road, master?”
“This one.”
She clasped her hands, and looked up thankfully.
“For whom takest thou him?” the man asked, with pity.
“The Son of God,” she replied.