"It was people who killed me: Parabolani, they called them, desert monks ready to kill for God, or rather, whatever more cunning men told them about God's will: that a woman was unworthy of teaching, speaking, thinking. They killed me, on a dark night like this. But it doesn't matter that they did it. It could have been others, humans who didn't know what they were doing. Bad? Wicked? Maybe. Many humans are unaware and therefore unhappy."