Pilgrims began to close, pressing against each other, and each saw in front of him imprinted on the canvas genuine image of a crucified man, as if lying in the middle of the chapel. - It is he! - Shouted a voice. Everyone in the church again fell to his knees, crossing themselves and whispering prayers devoutly. Savonarola stood in disbelief with a protruding lip, and without uttering a sound. But very quickly I found Ascanio Sforza. - Good people - sincere voice, he said to the congregation - dedicated children of God, the Merciful! Do our eyes behold you are not one and the same? Here is not a fake. It is the greatest of miracles, what happened to me to be a witness! Upon returning to Rome, I will report to His Holiness that my whole life had been a preparation for this divine vision of Jesus Christ!