The old writers love to dwell on the meek dignity of the apostle during this day of trial and triumph.

He set forth with his companions, from where he had encamped, in solemn procession, singing a hymn of invocation which he had composed, in the Irish tongue, for the occasion, and which is still preserved, and well authenticated.[125] He was clothed as usual, in white robes; but he wore his mitre, and carried in his hand the Staff of Jesus.

Eight priests attended him, robed also in white, and his youthful convert, Benignus, the son of Seschnan.
Thus, great in the arms of meekness and prayer, did the Christian hosts calmly face the array of pagan pomp and pride.

Again the monarch had commanded that no honour should be paid to the saint, and again he was disobeyed.

His own chief poet and druid, Dubtach, rose up instantly on the entrance of the strangers, and saluted the venerable apostle with affection and respect.