But--I cannot deceive thee--methought it was the Angel of Death." Then the hermit mused; and after a little space he answered, "It was then also that I saw him.

I remember now.

Nevertheless, let us plant the root, and abide what GOD shall send." And thus they did.
And as the Autumn and Winter went by, the hermit became very feeble, but the boy constantly cheered him, saying, "Patience, my Father.

Thou shalt see yet!" But the hermit replied, "My Son, I repent me that I have not been patient under affliction.

Moreover, I have set thee an ill example, in that I have murmured at that which GOD--Who knoweth best--ordained for me." And when the boy ofttimes repeated, "Thou shalt yet see," the hermit answered, "If GOD will.