“Who hath dared to wound thee?”, cried the Cactuar. “Tell me, that I may slay him!”
“Nay!”, answered the child. “But, these are the wounds of Love.”
“Who art thou?” said the Cactuar as a strange awe fell on him and he knelt before the little child.
The child smiled on the Cactuar and said to him, “You let me play once in your garden. Today you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.”
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Cactuar lying lifeless under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.