Of a
sudden, a dreadful light shone about him, and he beheld the Demon in
the guise of that false god, who fell upon him and seemed like to
slay him. But Sisinnius--so is the holy man named--strove in
prayer and in conjuration, yea, strove hours until the crowing of
the cock, and thus sank into slumber. And while he slept, an angel
of the Most High appeared before him, and spoke words which I know
not. Since then, Sisinnius wanders from land to land, seeking out
the temples of the heathen which have not been purified, and passing
the night in strife with the Powers of Darkness, wherein he is ever
victorious.'
With intent look did Aurelia listen to this narrative. At its close,
she asked eagerly:
'This man of God has sent you to me?'
'Moved by a vision--for in the sleep which follows upon his
struggle it is often granted him to see beyond this world. He bids
you resist temptation, and be of good courage.'
'Know you what this bidding means?' inquired the awed woman, gazing
into the monk's eyes till they fell.
'I know nothing. I am but a follower of the holy Sisinnius--an
unworthy follower.
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