What did Mary say to Peter on Holy Saturday after his denial of Christ?

Mary asked John to find Peter after hearing the news of Judas’ suicide. The following account comes to us from 20th century mystic and bedridden victim soul Maria Valtorta:

John returns. Peter is also with him. But Peter is crouched outside like a dog with no Master. Mary compels him to stand up and goes back to the room with him. Peter kneels at her feet and weeps without restraint. Mary caresses his gray hair. Nothing but caress until he calms down.

At last Peter says: “You cannot forgive me. So do not caress me. Because I have denied Him.”

“You are a simple man or rather you were. As long as you relied on yourself. Now you are a man. Tomorrow you will be a saint. But even if you were not what you are, I would have forgiven you. I would have forgiven also Judas, to save his soul. Because the value of a soul, also of one only, deserves every effort to overcome disgust and resentment to the extent of being crushed thereby. Would you like to see Him? Would you like to see His smile to be convinced that he still loves you? Would you?”

“He is dead... I shall never be able.”

“Peter, which do you think is the last miracle of your Lord?”

“The Eucharist. No. That of the soldier cured there... Oh! Do not remind me!...”

“A faithful, loving, strong woman met Him on Calvary and wiped his face. And he, to tell us how much love can do, impressed the image of His face on the linen cloth. Here it is, Peter. A woman achieved that, in an hour of hellish darkness and of divine wrath. Simply because she loved. Peter, love. You will be forgiven. You will believe. You will be strong. Look at Him. Dare to look at Him. Everybody has looked at Him and venerated Him. Even Longinus.”

Mary compels Peter to look at the Lord.

Then Peter, as if he were before a living face, says moaning: “Forgive me, forgive me! I do not know how it happened. I was not myself. It was something that made me be not myself. But I love you, Jesus! I love you, my Master! Come back! Do not go away like that without telling me that you have understood me!”

Mary, her arms outstretched, prays. And as she offered the immaculate host, here offers the repentant sinner. She is indeed the Mother of saints and sinners.