Pietro Amatore

Rome, 15 September 1635

For over two weeks he had been coming to the church. I watched him walk in, with strong, purposeful steps, and yet he was clearly carrying a great weight. He would hold a stick but not use it to walk. He would always take a bench at the back of the congregation, and would sit, motionless, staring at the floor for hours. Then finally at the end of the day, he would stand, but struggling to his feet, grasping at his stick, like an o. . .

Pietro Amatore

Rome, 15 September 1635

I found Johannes in the bed where I had left him, in my quarters. At least he was awake now. He must have been making these – what were they – journeys? These journeys, every day, in church, by himself. I’d never seen him quite as exhausted as this though. Perhaps his second ability required more energy from him – to see was bad enough, to show, worse. He mentioned three abilities – I wondered what the last one was, and what it would do to him. . .