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.