Then Petèr got up an run tae tha tomb an stoopit doon an keekt ïn. He saa tha linen claiths lyin bye thair lane, an he went awa wunnèrin tae hissel whut haed cum aboot.
“But tha day wull cum - an ïn fect ït's here noo - whaniver ye'll be skailt, iverie yin o yis tae yer ain hame. Yis'll lea me aa on ma ain. Yit A'm no ma lane, fer ma Faither ïs wi me.