the rock for it and found it in a man lying there with foam upon his lips.  He seemed to Jesus like one returning to himself out of a great swoon, and helping him to his feet Jesus seated him on a rock.  In a little while, Paul said, I shall be able to continue my journey.  Thou’rt Jesus whom I left speaking in the cenoby.  Give me a little water to drink.  I forgot to fill the bottle before I left the brook, Jesus answered.  There is a little left, but not the fresh water that I would like to give thee, Paul, but water from overnight.  It matters not, Paul said, and having drunk a little and bathed his temples, Paul asked Jesus to help him to his feet, but after a few yards he tottered into Jesus’ arms and had to rest again, and while resting he said:  I rushed out of the cenoby, for I felt the swoon was nigh upon me.  I am sorry to have interrupted thy discourse, he added, but refrain from repeating any of it, for my brain is too tired to listen to thee.  Thou’lt understand the weakness of a sick man and pardon me.  Now I’m beginning to remember.  I had a promise from thee to lead me out of this desert.  Yes, Paul, I promised to guide thee to Caesarea——­ But I rushed away, Paul said, and thou hast followed me, knowing well that I should not find my way alone to Caesarea.  I should have missed it and perhaps fallen into the hands of the Jews or fallen over the precipice and become food for vultures.  Now my strength is coming back to me, but without thee I shall not find my way out of the desert.  Fear nothing, Paul, I shall not leave thee till I have seen thee safely on thy way to Caesarea or within sight of that city.  Thou hast come to guide me?  Paul asked, looking up.  Yes, to guide thee, Paul, to accompany thee to Caesarea, if not all the way the greater part of it, Jesus answered.  Thou’lt sleep to-morrow at a village about two hours from Caesarea, and there we shall part.  But be not afraid.  I’ll not leave thee till thou’rt safe out of reach of the Jews.  But I must be at Caesarea to-morrow, Paul said, or else my mission to Italy and Spain will be delayed, perhaps forfeited.  My mission to Spain, dost hear me?  Do not speak of thy mission now, Jesus answered, for he was afraid lest a discussion might spring up between him and Paul, and he was glad when Paul asked him how it was he had come upon him in this great wilderness.  He asked Jesus if he had traced his footsteps in the sand, or if an angel had guided him.  My eyes are not young enough to follow footsteps in the sand, Jesus replied, and I saw no angel, but a bird turned aside from the rock on which he was about to alight abruptly, and going to seek the cause of it I found thee....  Now if thy strength be coming back we will try to walk a little farther.