In a later vision the Saviour revealed to her in detail the ‘great design’ which he wished to establish through her instrumentality.

Now all this was very fine, but not at all in keeping with the Celebrity's character as I had come to conceive it. The idea that adulation ever cloyed on him was ludicrous in itself. In fact I thought the whole story fishy, and came very near to saying so.

Meantime Pope Urban II convoked two councils, one after another.

The corpse is buried in all solemnity, and two days later, at dead of night, the bocor digs it up, stops feeding it salt, and has himself a zombie.