Remaining firm to his belief, he was again put in chains, the door barred upon him, and his food given him in short allowance.

Compassionate persons interceded, and his condition was alleviated for a time, but no one was allowed to converse with him.

After some days, aided, it is supposed, by relatives, he again fled from the convent, but was arrested by soldiers sent out in search of him by the Emeer Abdallah, and delivered to the Patriarch.
"On his arrival," says a priest who was with him at Canobeen, "he was loaded with chains, cast into a dark, filthy room, and bastinadoed every day for eight days, sometimes fainting under the operation, until he was near death.

He was then left in his misery, his bed a thin flag mat, his covering his common clothes.

The door of his prison was filled up with stones and mortar, and his food was six thin cakes of bread a day, and a cup of water." To this dungeon there was no access or outlet whatever except a small loop-hole, through which they passed him his food.