During this song he had noticed nothing, but as he looked up, there appeared a young girl standing upon the rock, who kindly greeted him like an old acquaintance, and invited him to go to her dwelling, where she had already prepared an evening meal for him. Her whole behavior and carriage towards him were friendly. She asked him to tarry a few moments, while she stepped under the tree, and looking up with an indescribable smile, shook many roses from her apron upon the grass. She knelt silently by his side, but soon arose and led the pilgrim on.
"Who has told thee about me?" asked the pilgrim.
"Our mother."
"Who is thy mother?"
"The Mother of God."
"How long hast thou been here?"
"Since I came from the tomb."
"Hast thou already been dead?"
"How could I else be living?"
"Livest thou entirely alone here?"