The Slave - pg. 174

Now from every side came reports of new wonders. An image of
the Virgin had wept real tears which people gathered in a silver
chalice. on church steeples stone crosses flamed in the dark of
night. Dead armies, dressed in the uniforms of a hundred years
ago, marched against the enemies of Poland and drove them
from fortified positions. Ghost riders were seen galloping on
phantom horses. Legendary heroes, dressed in helmets and
breastplates, brandished swords and spears as they led charges.
Monks and nuns, long since residents of Paradise, put on
bodies again and roamed the countryside comforting the people
and urging them to pray.
Here a church bell rang by itself, and there an ancient coach
was seen driving down a road into a wall and disappearing as
if swallowed up. Birds spoke with human voices and a dog led
a battalion out of ambush. In one village it had rained blood, in
another fishes and toads. In one instance wine had been lacking
for the mass and God's mother had opened her lips and wine
had flowed out. An almost blind crone had watched a flaming ship
flying the Polish ensign sail across the sky. These signs and portents
had invigorated the nation's spirit and renewed its belief in heaven.