Wondershine

Not some fabled pot at the rainbow foot that rewards its finder with precious metal and undreamed-of worldly wealth, but one filled with a kind of 'wondershine', and more priceless.

Presently when she had become more used to the light and dared to look again, she saw an angel's face appearing through the wondershine, and heard a voice which said: "Jeanne, the Lord God hath chosen thee to save France."