Jovinian: A Story of the Early Days of Papal RomeKingston, William Henry Giles
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Jovinian: A Story of the Early Days of Papal Rome
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Church history -- Primitive and early church, ca. 30-600 -- Fiction
Jovinian, as he now observed the strange being to whom he was so much
indebted, was reminded of those heathen eremites of whom he had read as
long existing in the far East, who, by self-imposed tortures, abstinence
from the society of their kind, and long prayers, hoped to merit a
blissful immortality among the shadows of the blessed. Wishing to thank
the recluse for the services just rendered, he rode towards him.
"You are, I judge by your appearance and bearing, Christians, and as
such are welcome to rest during the coming night in my abode, for you
can reach no other shelter before nightfall," said the recluse, without
listening to Jovinian's thanks. "Or, should you be moved by the holy
life led by me and my companions, you shall be at liberty to take up
your residence with us."
Jovinian thought it wise to make no reply to the last part of his
invitation, but gladly accepted the shelter offered him.
"Follow me, then," said the recluse; and, making use of his staff to
support his steps, he strode on over the rough ground before the
travellers towards one of the gorges which opened out at some distance
before them, mounting the steep sides of the hill at a pace with which
the horses could hardly keep up. He stopped before a wooden porch built
of logs, at the entrance of a cavern.
"Your steeds will find grass at the bottom of the gorge, and water at a
rill which trickles out of the mountain-side; here no one will molest
them--even those bold outlaws dare not approach my abode," said the
recluse, as he signed to Jovinian and Largus to dismount. Fortunately
the travellers had brought provisions, or they would have fared but ill
on the lentils and water which constituted the food of the recluse.
Bringing water from a neighbouring rill in a large bowl, their host
insisted on washing the travellers' feet--although not until they saw it
would cause offence longer to refuse did they permit him to perform this
act of humiliation.
As the shades of evening drew on, a voice was suddenly heard chanting a
hymn from the opposite side of the gulf. It was echoed by another
further up, until nearly a dozen voices had joined in the solemn
strains.
"They are my brethren who have come here to dwell, and devote themselves
to calm contemplation, fasting, prayers, and penance," said the recluse.
"You shall be made known to them to-morrow, and hear the words of
heavenly wisdom taught from their lips."
Jovinian and Largus made their beds by the aid of their saddles and
horse-cloths in the outer porch, and were glad that they were not
invited to enter the interior of the cavern. It appeared dirty in the
extreme.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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