The two monks that watched with him till matins related that all through the night he broke out from time to time in pious ejaculations, and praises, and thanksgivings; only once they said he wandered, and thought he saw her walking in green meadows with other spirits clad in white, and beckoning him; and they all smiled and beckoned him. And both these monks said (but it might have been fancy) that just before dawn there came three light taps against the wall, one after another, very slow; and the dying man heard them, and said.
“I come, love, I come.”
This much is certain, that Gerard did utter these words, and prepare for his departure, having uttered them. He sent for all the monks who at that hour were keeping vigil. They came, and hovered like gentle spirits round him with holy words. Some prayed in silence for him with their faces touching the ground, others tenderly supported his head. But when one of them said something about his life of self-denial and charity, he stopped him, and addressing them all said, “My dear brethren, take note that he who here dies so happy holds not these new-fangled doctrines of man's merit. Oh, what a miserable hour were this to me an if I did! Nay, but I hold, with the Apostles, and their pupils in the Church, the ancient fathers, that we are justified not by our own wisdom, or piety, or the works we have done in holiness of heart, but by faith.'”(1)
Then there was silence, and the monks looked at one another significantly.
“Please you sweep the floor,” said the dying Christian, in a voice to which all its clearance and force seemed supernaturally restored.
They instantly obeyed, not without a sentiment of awe and curiosity.
“Make me a great cross with wood ashes.”
They strewed the ashes in form of a great Cross upon the floor.
“Now lay me down on it, for so will I die.”
And they took him gently from his bed, and laid him on the cross of wood ashes.