Chapter
IX.—Faustus Himself Appears.
When Peter said this, our mother could no longer
endure it, but cried out, “Alas! my husband! loving us, you died
by your own decision, while we are still
alive, see the light, and have just partaken of food.” This
one scream had not yet ceased, when, lo! the old man came in, and at
the same time wishing to inquire into the cause of the cry, he looked
on the woman and said, “What does this mean? Whom do I
see?” And going up to her, and looking at her, and being
looked at more carefully, he embraced her. But they were like to
die through the sudden joy, and wishing to speak to each other, they
could not get the power in consequence of their unsatisfied joy, for
they were seized with speechlessness. But not long after, our
mother said to him: “I now have you, Faustus, in every way
the dearest being to me. How then are you alive, when we heard a
short time ago that you were dead? But these are our sons, Faustinus, Faustinianus, and Clement.” And when she said this, we all three fell on him, and kissed him, and in rather an indistinct way we recalled his form to our memory.