Now Paphnutius was a wise and holy hermit, the Father, Abba, or Abbot of
many monks; and after he had trained himself in the desert with all
severity for many years, he besought God to show him which of His saints
he was like.
And it was said to him, “Thou art like a certain flute-player in the
city.”
Then Paphnutius took his staff, and went into the city, and found that
flute-player. But he confessed that he was a drunkard and a profligate,
and had till lately got his living by robbery, and recollected not having
ever done one good deed. Nevertheless, when Paphnutius questioned him
more closely, he said that he recollected once having found a holy maiden
beset by robbers, and having delivered her, and brought her safe to town.
And when Paphnutius questioned him more closely still, he said he
recollected having done another deed. When he was a robber, he met once
in the desert a beautiful woman; and she prayed him to do her no harm,
but to take her away with him as a slave, whither he would; for, said
she, “I am fleeing from the apparitors and the Governor’s curials for the
last two years. My husband has been imprisoned for 300 pieces of gold,
which he owes as arrears of taxes; and has been often hung up, and often
scourged; and my three dear boys have been taken from me; and I am
wandering from place to place, and have been often caught myself and
continually scourged; and now I have been in the desert three days
without food.”
And when the robber heard that, he took pity on her, and took her to his
cave, and gave her 300 pieces of gold, and went with her to the city, and
set her husband and her boys free.
Then Paphnutius said, “I never did a deed like that: and yet I have not
passed my life in ease and idleness. But now, my son, since God hath had
such care of thee, have a care for thine own self.”
And when the musician heard that, he threw away the flutes which he held
in his hand, and went with Paphnutius into the desert, and passed his
life in hymns and prayer, changing his earthly music into heavenly; and
after three years he went to heaven, and was at rest among the choirs of
angels, and the ranks of the just.
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