monastery, and begged from the Emperor the death of Hilarion and
Hesychius. So letters had been sent forth, to seek them throughout
the world.

So Hilarion went by the pathless wilderness into the Oasis; {116}
and after a year, more or less--because his fame had gone before him
even there, and he could not lie hid in the East--he was minded to
sail away to lonely islands, that the sea at least might hide what
the land would not.

But just then Hadrian, his disciple, came from Palestine, telling
him that Julian was slain, and that a Christian emperor was
reigning; so that he ought to return to the relics of his monastery.
But he abhorred the thought; and, hiring a camel, went over the vast
desert to Paraetonia, a sea town of Libya. Then the wretched
Hadrian, wishing to go back to Palestine and get himself glory under
his master's name, packed up all that the brethren had sent by him
to his master, and went secretly away. But--as a terror to those
who despise their masters--he shortly after died of jaundice.

Then, with Zananas alone, Hilarion went on board ship to sail for
Sicily. And when, almost in the middle of Adria, {117a} he was
going to sell the Gospels which he had written out with his own hand
when young, to pay his fare withal, then the captain's son was
possessed with a devil, and cried out, "Hilarion, servant of God,
why can we not be safe from thee even at sea? Give me a little
respite till I come to the shore, lest, if I be cast out here, I
fall headlong into the abyss." Then said he, "If my God lets thee
stay, stay. But if he cast thee out, why dost thou lay the blame on
me, a sinner and a beggar?" Then he made the captain and the crew