known the Present, the spring Present of the shepherds.
The hermit continued deep in thought; he dreamed that Satan was tempting him, but his pious mind resisted. He dreamed that he had died in prayer, and his soul, purified, ascended into heaven.
Far off in the grassy plains was heard the bleating of the lambs, the voices of the shepherds.
The hermit heard a step. He looked up.
He saw a little form, as of a naked girl with no covering but her hair. And he thought it was really Satan, and he muttered an exorcism; he knit his brow, he crossed his arms.
The little form approached and knelt down.
“Holy father!” said she, in a low, trembling voice, “don’t drive me away. I am poor and unhappy. I am a sinner, and come to you for help. I am not shameless, holy father, and I am ashamed that I appear before you naked. I asked the shepherdesses for something to cover me, but they laughed at me, drove me away and threw stones at me. Father, O father, men are merciless, they all drive me away. . . . I come from the wood, and the wild beasts are not so cruel as men. In the wood the beasts spared me. A lion
