And made their moan--and Garban 'neath that cloth
Smiled as he heard it--"Lo, our friend is dead!
Great prophet kneel; and pray the God thou serv'st
To raise him from the dead."

The man of God
Upon them fixed a sentence-speaking eye:
"Yea! he is dead. In this ye have not lied:
Behold, this day shall Garban's covering be
The covering of the dead. Remove that cloth."

Then drew they from his face the cloth; and lo!
Beneath it Garban lay, a corpse stone-cold.

Amazement fell upon that bandit throng,
Contemplating that corpse, and on Mac Kyle
Grief for his friend, remorse, and strong belief,
A threefold power: for she that at his birth,
Her brief life faithful to that Law she knew,
Had died, in region where desires are crowned
That hour was strong in prayer. "From God he came,"
Thus cried they; "and we worked a work accursed,
Tempting God's prophet." Patrick heard, and spake;
"Not me ye tempted, but the God I serve."
At last Mac Kyle made answer: "I have sinned;
I, and this people, whom I made to sin:
Now therefore to thy God we yield ourselves
Liegemen henceforth, his thralls as slave to Lord,
Or horse to master. That which thou command'st
That will we do." And Patrick said, "Believe;