The Hermit, as may be supposed, was
much perturbed by this story, and dismayed that such
sinfulness should cross his path. His first motion
was to drive the woman forth, for he knew the heinousness
of the craving for water, and how Saint Jerome, Saint
Augustine and other holy doctors have taught that
they who would purify the soul must not be distraught
by the vain cares of bodily cleanliness; yet, remembering
the lust that drew him to his lauds, he dared not judge
his sister’s fault too harshly.
Moreover he was moved by the Wild
Woman’s story of the hardships she had suffered,
and the godless company she had been driven to keep—Egyptians,
jugglers, outlaws and even sorcerers, who are masters
of the pagan lore of the East, and still practice their
dark rites among the simple folk of the hills.
Yet she would not have him think wholly ill of this
vagrant people, from whom she had often received food
and comfort; and her worst danger, as he learned with
shame, had come from the girovaghi or wandering
monks, who are the scourge and dishonour of Christendom;
carrying their ribald idleness from one monastery
to another, and leaving on their way a trail of thieving,
revelry and worse. Once or twice the Wild Woman
had nearly fallen into their hands; but had been saved
by her own quick wit and skill in woodcraft.
Once, so she assured the Hermit, she had found refuge
with a faun and his female, who fed and sheltered her
in their cave, where she slept on a bed of leaves
with their shaggy nurslings; and in this cave she
had seen a stock or idol of wood, extremely seamed
and ancient, before which the wood-creatures, when
they thought she slept, laid garlands and the wild
bees’ honey-comb.
She told him also of a hill-village
of weavers, where she lived many weeks, and learned
to ply their trade in return for her lodging; and
where wayfaring men in the guise of cobblers, charcoal-burners
or goatherds came and taught strange doctrines at
midnight in the poor hovels. What they taught
she could not clearly tell, save that they believed
each soul could commune directly with its Maker, without
need of priest or intercessor; also she had heard from
some of their disciples that there are two Gods, one
of good and one of evil, and that the God of evil
has his throne in the Pope’s palace in Rome.
But in spite of these dark teachings they were a mild
and merciful folk, full of loving-kindness toward
poor persons and wayfarers; so that her heart grieved
for them when one day a Dominican monk appeared in
the village with a company of soldiers, and some of
the weavers were seized and dragged to prison, while
others, with their wives and babes, fled to the winter
woods. She fled with them, fearing to be charged
with their heresy, and for months they lay hid in
desert places, the older and weaker, who fell sick
from want and exposure, being devoutly ministered
to by their brethren, and dying in the sure faith
of heaven.
All this she related modestly and
simply, not as one who joys in a godless life, but
as having been drawn into it through misadventure;
and she told the Hermit that when she heard the sound
of church bells she never failed to say an Ave or
a Pater; and that often, as she lay in the midnight
darkness of the forest, she had hushed her fears by
reciting the versicles from the Evening Hour:
Keep us, O Lord, as the apple of the eye,
Protect us under the shadow of Thy wings.
The wound in her foot healed slowly;
and the Hermit, while it was mending, repaired daily
to her cave, reasoning with her in love and charity,
and exhorting her to return to the cloister. But
this she persistently refused to do; and fearing lest
she attempt to fly before her foot was healed, and
so expose herself to hunger and ill-usage, he promised
not to betray her presence, or to take any measures
toward restoring her to her Order.
He began indeed to doubt whether she
had any calling to the life enclosed; yet her gentleness
and innocency of mind made him feel that she might
be won back to holy living, if only her freedom were
assured. So after many inward struggles (since
his promise forbade his taking counsel with any concerning
her) he resolved to let her remain in the cave till
some light should come to him. And one day, visiting
her about the hour of Nones (for it became his pious
habit to say the evening office with her), he found
her engaged with a little goatherd, who in a sudden
seizure had fallen from a rock above her cave, and
lay senseless and full of blood at her feet. And
the Hermit saw with wonder how skilfully she bound
up his cuts and restored his senses, giving him to
drink of a liquor she had distilled from the wild
simples of the mountain; whereat the boy opened his
eyes and praised God, as one restored by heaven.
Now it was known that this lad was subject to possessions,
and had more than once dropped lifeless while he heeded
his flock; and the Hermit, knowing that only great
saints or unclean necromancers can loosen devils,
feared that the Wild Woman had exorcised the spirits
by means of unholy spells. But she told him that
the goatherd’s sickness was caused only by the
heat of the sun, and that, such seizures being common
in the hot countries whence she came, she had learned
from a wise woman how to stay them by a decoction of
the carduus benedictus, made in the third night
of the waxing moon, but without the aid of magic.
“But,” she continued,
“you need not fear my bringing scandal on your
holy retreat, for by the arts of the same wise woman
my own wound is well-nigh healed, and tonight at sunset
I set forth on my travels.”
The Hermit’s heart grew heavy
as she spoke, and it seemed to him that her own look
was sorrowful. And suddenly his perplexities were
lifted from him, and he saw what was God’s purpose
with the Wild Woman.
“Why,” said he, “do
you fly from this place, where you are safe from molestation,
and can look to the saving of your soul? Is it
that your feet weary for the road, and your spirits
are heavy for lack of worldly discourse?”
She replied that she had no wish to
travel, and felt no repugnance to solitude. “But,”
said she, “I must go forth to beg my bread,
since in this wilderness there is none but yourself
to feed me; and moreover, when it is known that I
have healed the goatherd, curious folk and scandal-mongers
may seek me out, and, learning whence I come, drag
me back to the cloister.”
Then the Hermit answered her and said:
“In the early days, when the faith of Christ
was first preached, there were holy women who fled
to the desert and lived there in solitude, to the glory
of God and the edification of their sex. If you
are minded to embrace so austere a life, contenting
you with such sustenance as the wilderness yields,
and wearing out your days in prayer and vigil, it
may be that you shall make amends for the great sin
you have committed, and live and die in the peace
of the Lord Jesus.”
He spoke thus, knowing that if she
left him and returned to her roaming, hunger and fear
might drive her to fresh sin; whereas in a life of
penance and reclusion her eyes might be opened to her
iniquity, and her soul snatched back from ruin.
He saw that his words moved her, and
she seemed about to consent, and embrace a life of
holiness; but suddenly she fell silent, and looked
down on the valley at their feet.
“A stream flows in the glen
below us,” she said. “Do you forbid
me to bathe in it in the heat of summer?”
“It is not I that forbid you,
my daughter, but the laws of God,” said the
Hermit; “yet see how miraculously heaven protects
you—for in the hot season, when your lust
is upon you, our stream runs dry, and temptation will
be removed from you. Moreover on these heights
there is no excess of heat to madden the body, but
always, before dawn and at the angelus, a cool breeze
which refreshes it like water.”
And after thinking long on this, and
again receiving his promise not to betray her, the
Wild Woman agreed to embrace a life of reclusion;
and the Hermit fell on his knees, worshipping God and
rejoicing to think that, if he saved his sister from
sin, his own term of probation would be shortened.