Grumbling, Pedro put on those clothes, ill they did beseem him. Paula laughs, leads him through a maze, scented with perfumes, until they arrive at Devora's rooms. Paula turned, opened the door. There sat Devora, the rose of Israel, working at thread and needle. She is humble, quiet, helpful.
Charity is a virtue.
Bring her in, and let me see her. He blinks, looks up, and all is lost. His heart flew out, and to her heart is tossed. Time passed, and Pedro, as Fatima, dwelt in safety and in service. Silence suited his spirit well.