For he loved him.
Now one morning as the boy came up from the village, the hermit met him, groping painfully with his hands, but with joy in his countenance, and he said, "Is that thy step, my Son?
Come in, for I have somewhat to tell thee." And he said, "A vision has been vouchsafed to me, even a dream.
Moreover, I believe that there shall be a cure for my blindness." Then the boy was glad, and begged of the hermit to relate his dream, which he did as follows:-- "I dreamed, and behold I stood in the garden--thou also with me--and many people were gathered at the gate, to whom, with thy help, I gave herbs of healing in such fashion as I have been able since this blindness came upon me.

And when they were gone, I smote upon my forehead, and said, 'Where is the herb that shall heal my affliction ?' And a voice beside me said, 'Here, my Son.' And I cried to thee, 'Who spoke ?' And thou saidst, 'It is a man in pilgrim's weeds, and lo, he hath a strange flower in his hand.' Then said the Pilgrim, 'It is a Trinity Flower.

Moreover, I suppose that when thou hast it, thou wilt see clearly.' Then I thought that thou didst take the flower from the Pilgrim and put it in my hand.

And lo, my eyes were opened, and I saw clearly.

And I knew the Pilgrim's face, though where I have seen him I cannot yet recall.