"Miriam, do you know what grace is?" "Not exactly," I replied. "It is not an attractive gait, it is not the high bearing of some of our well dressed womens. It is the superhuman strength to face the world alone without effort, to challenge it in to a duel without even mess up your self. It is not femininity, it is a profet's talent. It's a gift and you had it. Whoever possesses it is released from fear. You are full of grace. Around you there is a barrier of grace, a fortress. You spread it, Miriàm: on me too.