When peace was at last made, with hard terms for Assisi, the prisoners
returned home and threw themselves with renewed vigour into their
former pursuit of pleasure, and soon afterwards Francis fell ill of a
fever which brought him near the grave. Face to face with death he
stood a while, and the result of the danger he had passed through
worked an extraordinary change in his nature. His recovery was in
reality a return to a new life, both of body and soul. Celano tells us
that Francis "being somewhat stronger and able to walk about the house
leaning on a stick, in order to complete his restoration to health one
day went forth and with unusual eagerness gazed at the vast extent of
country which lay before him; yet neither the charm of the vineyards
or of aught that is pleasant to look on, were of any consolation to
him."[25]
It was probably from the Porta Nuova, close to where the church of
Santa Chiara now stands, that he looked out on the Umbrian country he
loved so well. Here Mount Subasio rises grey and bleak above the olive
groves which slope gradually down to the valley where a white road
leads past Spello to Foligno in the plain and on to Spoleto high up in
the mountain gorge which brings the valley to a close. All these towns
were dear and familiar to Francis. He had watched them in spring time
when the young corn was ripening near their walls and the children
came out to look for the sweet scented narcissi. While wandering on
the hill sides at dawn he had seen the brown roofs warmed by the first
rays of the sun and each window twinkle like so many eyes across the
plain in answer to the light. But as he looked now upon the same scene
a great sadness came over him, and we are told he wondered at the
sudden inward change. That hour in the smiling Umbrian landscape was
the most solitary he ever experienced; ill and weak he awoke to the
emptiness of the life he had hitherto led, and in the bitterness of
his soul he did not know where to turn for comfort.[26]
It is a remarkable fact that Celano does not from this moment picture
Francis as an aureoled saint, but allows us to realise the many
difficulties he had to overcome before he stands once more among the
vineyards with a song of praise upon his lips, and a look of victory
in his eyes.
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