“But you said he was dead.”
“Well then, precisely, so I did. He died ever and ever so many years ago.”
“What then?”
“And then—oh, it is too beautiful—he has come back to life!”
“Fiam, you are laughing at me.”
“Indeed I’m not.” And he began to shout, ecstatically happy: “I have seen him again, himself, his very self!”
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