He walked over to the shop door, stood there, and looked at the crowds while he awaited her waking. VII The Roman governor at Jerusalem had a young wife, and she had had a dream during the night preceding the day when Faustina entered the city. She dreamed that she stood on the roof of her house and looked down upon the beautiful court, which, according to the Oriental custom, was paved with marble, and planted with rare growths. But in the court she saw assembled all the sick and blind and halt there were in the world. She saw before her the pest-ridden, with bodies swollen with boils; lepers with disfigured faces; the paralytics, who could not move, but lay helpless upon the ground, and all the wretched creatures who writhed in torment and pain. They all crowded up towards the entrance, to get into the house; and a number of those who walked foremost pounded on the palace door. At last she saw that a slave opened the door and came out on the threshold, and she heard him ask what they wanted. Then they answered him, saying: “We seek the great Prophet whom God hath sent to the world. Where is the Prophet of Nazareth, he who is master of all suffering? Where is he who can deliver us from all our torment?” Then the slave answered them in an arrogant and indifferent tone—as palace servants do when they turn away the poor stranger: “It will profit you nothing to seek the great Prophet. Pilate has killed him.” Then there arose among all the sick a grief and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth which she could not bear to hear. Her heart was wrung with compassion, and tears streamed from her eyes. But when she had begun to weep, she awakened. Again she fell asleep; and again she dreamed that she stood on the roof of her house and looked down upon the big court, which was as broad as a square. And behold! the court was filled with all the insane and soul-sick and those possessed of evil spirits. And she saw those who were naked and those who were covered with their long hair, and those who had braided themselves crowns of straw and mantles of grass and believed they were kings, and those who crawled on the ground and thought themselves beasts, and those who came dragging heavy stones, which they believed to be gold, and those who thought that the evil spirits spoke through their mouths. She saw all these crowd up toward the palace gate. And the ones who stood nearest to it knocked and pounded to get in. At last the door opened, and a slave stepped out on the threshold and asked: “What do you want?” Then all began to cry aloud, saying: “Where is the great Prophet of Nazareth, he who was sent of God, and who shall restore to us our souls and our wits?” She heard the slave answer them in the most indifferent tone: “It is useless for you to seek the great Prophet, Pilate has killed him.”