"Blessed father," stammered the recluse, "I dwell in solitude, to atone for my worldly life and find a holy death."
"That is for thyself," said the little brother in the sun; "but for others what doest thou?"
Angelo thought a moment and answered, humbly, "I give them an ensample of holiness."
"They need more," said the little brother smiling, "and thou must give it."
"Blessed father," cried Angelo, "command me and I will obey thee, for thou art in heaven and I am near to hell."
"Listen, then, thou lost sheep," said the little brother, "and I will show thee the way. Climb over the wall. Lay aside the breastplate and rings of iron—they hinder thee. Come near and sit beside me. In a certain city there is a poor widow whose child is sick even unto death. Go unto her with this box of electuary, and give it to the child that he may recover. I command thee by Obedience."
So saying he laid in the hand of Angelo a box of olive-wood, filled with an electuary so sweet that the fragrance of it went through the wood. But Angelo was confused.
"How shall I know the way," said he, "when I know not the city?"
"Stand up," answered the little brother with the wounded hands, "and close thine eyes firmly. Now turn round and round as children do, until I bid thee stop."
So Fra Angelo, fearing a little because the shelf of rock was narrow, shut tight his eyes and, stretching out his arms, turned round and round until he was dizzy. Then he fell to the ground, and when he looked up the little brother of the sun was gone.