[O]1. After the death of the blessed Martin, bishop of Tours, a very great and incomparable man, whose miracles fill great volumes in our possession, Bricius succeeded to the bishopric. Now this Bricius, when he was a young man and the saint was yet living in the body, used to lay many traps for him, because he was often accused by Saint Martin of following the easy way. And one day when a sick man was looking for the blessed Martin in order to get medicine from him he met Bricius, at this time a deacon, in the square, and he said to him in a simple fashion: “Behold I am seeking the blessed man, and I don’t know where he is or what he is doing.” And Bricius said: “If you are seeking for that crazy person look in the distance; there he is, staring at the sky in his usual fashion, as if he were daft.” And when the poor man had seen him and got what he wanted, the blessed Martin said to the deacon: “Well, Bricius, I seem to you crazy, do I?” And when the latter, in confusion at this, denied he had said so, the saint replied: “Were not my ears at your lips when you said this at a distance? Verily I say unto you that I have prevailed upon God that you shall succeed to the bishop’s office after me, but let me tell you that you will suffer many misfortunes in your tenure of the office.” Bricius on hearing this laughed and said: “Did I not speak the truth that he uttered crazy words?” Furthermore, when he had attained to the rank of priest, he often attacked the blessed man with abuse. But when he had become bishop by the choice of the citizens, he devoted himself to prayer. And although he was proud and vain he was nevertheless considered chaste in his body. But in the thirty-third year after his ordination there arose against him a lamentable ground for accusation. For a woman to whom his servants used to give his garments to be washed, one who had changed her garb on the pretext of religion, conceived and bore a child. Because of this the whole population of Tours arose in wrath and laid the whole blame on the bishop, wishing with one accord to stone him. For they said: “The piety of a holy man has too long been a cover for your wantonness. But God does not any longer allow us to be polluted by kissing your unworthy hands.” But he denied the charge forcibly. “Bring the infant to me,” said he. And when the infant, which was thirty days old, was brought, the bishop said to it: “I adjure you in the name of Jesus Christ, son of omnipotent God, to declare publicly to all if I begot you.” And the child said: “It is not you who are my father.” When the people asked him to inquire who was the father, the bishop said: “That is not my affair. I was troubled in so far as the matter concerned me; inquire for yourselves whatever you want.” Then they asserted that this had been done by magic arts, and arose against him in a conspiracy, and dragged him along, saying: “You shall not rule us any longer under the false name of a shepherd.”