I thought I stood in Heaven before God's throne, and God asked me what Ihad come for. I said I had come to arraign my brother, Man.God said, "What has he done?"I said, "He has taken my sister, Woman, and has stricken her, and woundedher, and thrust her out into the streets; she lies there prostrate. Hishands are red with blood. I am here to arraign him; that the kingdom betaken from him, because he is not worthy, and given unto me. My hands arepure."I showed them.God said, "Thy hands are pure.--Lift up thy robe."I raised it; my feet were red, blood-red, as if I had trodden in wine.God said, "How is this?"I said, "Dear Lord, the streets on earth are full of mire. If I shouldwalk straight on in them my outer robe might be bespotted, you see howwhite it is! Therefore I pick my way."God said, "On what?"I was silent, and I let my robe fall. I wrapped my mantle about my head. I went out softly. I was afraid that the angels would see me.
