Church history -- 4th century -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
Hermas had hastened onwards without delay. He had already reached the
last bend of the path he had followed down the ravine, and he saw at his
feet the long narrow valley and the gleaming waters of the stream, which
here fertilized the soil of the desert. He looked down on lofty palms
and tamarisk shrubs innumerable, among which rose the houses of the
inhabitants, surrounded by their little gardens and small carefully-
irrigated fields; already he could hear the crowing of a cock and the
hospitable barking of a dog, sounds which came to him like a welcome from
the midst of that life for which he yearned, accustomed as he was to be
surrounded day and night by the deep and lonely stillness of the rocky
heights.
He stayed his steps, and his eyes followed the thin columns of smoke,
which floated tremulously up in the clear light of the ever mounting sun
from the numerous hearths that lay below him.
"They are cooking breakfast now," thought he, "the wives for their
husbands, the mothers for their children, and there, where that dark
smoke rises, very likely a splendid feast is being prepared for guests;
but I am nowhere at home, and no one will invite me in." The contest
with Paulus had excited and cheered him, but the sight of the city filled
his young heart with renewed bitterness, and his lips trembled as he
looked down on his sheepskin and his unwashed limbs. With hasty resolve
he turned his back on the oasis and hurried up the mountain. By the side
of the brooklet that he knew of he threw off his coarse garment, let the
cool water flow over his body, washed himself carefully and with much
enjoyment, stroked clown his thick hair with his fingers, and then
hurried down again into the valley.
The gorge through which he had descended debouched by a hillock that rose
from the valley-plain; a small newly-built church leaned against its
eastern declivity, and it was fortified on all sides by walls and dikes,
behind which the citizens found shelter when they were threatened by the
Saracen robbers of the oasis. This hill passed for a particularly sacred
spot. Moses was supposed to have prayed on its summit during the battle
with the Amalekites while his arms were held up by Aaron and Hur.
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