He turned to me, and his eyes sparkled as they looked into mine.
'Listen,' he said. Then he told me his heart. Little I knew what
it was. I trembled for my crusade, yet not without hope. I had
preached to him little, but I had prayed for him much. Now I
learned that his heart was as my heart, his desire as my heart's
desire, yet, like wine to water, like sunlight to moonlight. I
sat at his feet, so to speak, and listened on and on.