The son of Mary still sat off to one side on his stone.

But the son of Mary forced himself to be patient.

The son of Mary now remained all alone in the yard, waiting.

The son of Mary got up and turned to the male cypress.

The son of Mary bowed his head and did not reply.

This is a holy hour, a good time to leave, thought the son of Mary.

He looked at the son of Mary and felt strangely troubled.

The son of Mary opened his eyes and was happy to see them.

The son of Mary took the lead; the rest moved off in one body.

He now pushed aside the crowd and reached the son of Mary.