Shall I take the bridge, captain, while you enjoy a noonday meal?Īnd when I finally roll my father over, he's not smiling the way he did in my mother's snapshot. Harper frowned for a second.But we'll never know if we don't try, will we? Perhaps we will see St James himself, in all his glory, riding in the sky. And just because some people invent a miracle doesn't mean there aren't real ones, does it now? It means the opposite, so it does, for why would you imitate something that doesn't exist? Perhaps it is the real banner. Because the people want a miracle, that's why.

It's breathtaking, Afra said.I'd forgotten there could be so much world to see from one spot.Īye, I do, Harper said flatly, then frowned as he tried to think of an explanation for his bald faith.Did you see that wee church in Salamanca where the Virgin's statue had eyes that moved? Your priest there said it was a miracle, but you could see the string the fellow jerked to make the wooden eyeballs twitch! More relaxed now, he laughed at the memory.But why go to the trouble of having a string? I asked myself.

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