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Nicola looked at me with evident surprise and
said it was no festa to-day.
“No holiday to-day!” Did he not know it
was Good Friday, the day of the crucifixion of
our Lord Jesus Christ?
“Va bene,” said Mastro Nicola, “but Jesus
Christ was not a Saint.”
“Of course He was a Saint, the greatest Saint
of all.”
“But not as great as Sant’Antonio who has
done more than one hundred miracles. How
many miracles has Gesù Cristo done?” he asked
with a malicious look at me.
Nobody knew better than I that Sant’Antonio
was not easy to beat on miracles, what greater
miracle could have been made than bringing me
back to his village? Avoiding Mastro Nicola’s
question I said that with all honour due to
Sant’Antonio he was but a man, while Jesus Christ
was the Son of Our Lord in Heaven who in order
to save us all from Hell had suffered death on the
Cross this very day.
“Non è vero,” said Mastro Nicola resuming his
digging with great vigour. “L’hanno fatto morire
ieri per abbreviare le funzioni nella chiesa. It
is not true. They put him to death yesterday to
shorten the functions in the church.”
I had barely time to recover from this
announcement when a well known voice called
me by name from outside the garden wall. It
was my friend the newly appointed Swedish
Minister in Rome. He was furious for not having
had an answer to his letter, announcing his
intention to come and spend the Easter with me
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