The Holy Cross and Other Tales

About his withered body and shrunken legs hung faded raiment which the elements had corroded and the thorns had grievously rent. And as he toiled along, the aged man continually groaned and continually wrung his palsied hands as if a sorrow no lighter than his years afflicted him. In whose name comest thou? demanded the Father Miguel, advancing a space toward the stranger but not in threatening wise whereat the aged man stopped in his course and lifted his eyebrows and regarded the Father a goodly time but he spake no word.