In the morning, first his father had come, together with his friend
Janko, and a little while afterwards Mara came.
The monks related to the wondering parents how the Virgin had appeared, bringing with her the infant Christ for him to kiss. Milenko, however, kept his peace, feeling sure that if he expressed an opinion as to the weird apparition, his words would be regarded as blasphemy.
Coming to himself, Uros recognised his parents, and as Mara bent upon him to kiss his brows:
"Milena," whispered Uros, almost inaudibly.
"Milenko," said the mother, "he wants you."
"No," said Milenko, softly to Mara, "it is not me he wants; he has been calling for Milena since he has been coming back to life. I am sure that her presence would quiet him, and, who knows? perhaps add to his recovery."
The poor mother said nothing; she only patted her boy's brown hand, which seemed to have got whiter and thinner in this short space of time.
"I think it is so hard to refuse him a thing upon which he has set his heart," said Milenko, pleadingly.
Mara still gave no answer.
"Perhaps I am wrong in mentioning it—but you do not know how dearly he loved this cousin of his."