1837

A young woman, robed in bright shining cerulean blue emerges from the doorway, her calm face beatifically smiling.  She says to Lan in a gentle, melodious voice, "Yes, that was quite a fright you gave me, Gabriel.  I was just thirteen then, and yes, a virgin."   "It's the Holy Mother", gasps Francois, suddenly whipping from his pocket  a rosary, dropping down on his knees before the girl. He begins to chant, "Hail mary, full of grace.  The Lord is with thee.  Blessed art thou among women.." and suddenly it is the tall old woman with the wild fly away hair and she is forcefully lifting Francois up to his feet. "None of that, my dear Roman Catholic", says she, in the same sweet voice that was emanating from the young girl, "Here we are all equals and you will kneel, like the rest of us, only towards my son, and before my son, only."  Then, grabbing the rosary from his hand, says "Give me that, and stuffs it into her tweed jacket pocket.  "There will be no acts of idolatry in this place, not even on my account, or should I say, especially not on my account!"