He entered therefore; but directed his bed to be made for him, at the gate. Fish, with water and bread were given him. Amongst other things, the fisherman said, "Pilgrim, if you would become holy, go into some remote place." "Sir," answered Gregory, "I would willingly follow your advice, but I know of no such place." "On the morrow," returned he, "I will myself conduct you." "May God reward you," said the pilgrim. The next morning, the fisherman bade him rise, and hurried him so much that he left his tablets behind the gate where he had slept.
The fisherman, with his companion, embarked upon the sea, and sailing about sixteen miles came to a huge rock, having chains at its feet, which, without a key, could not be unloosed. After the fisherman had undone them, he cast the keys into the sea, and returned home. The pilgrim remained in that place seventeen years, with every feeling of the most perfect penitence.
About this period the pope died; and at the moment of his decease, a voice from heaven cried out, "Search after a man of God,
