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pran
A man in the ochre robes stood motionless at the end of the lane.... he seemed anciently familiar. Then doubt assailed me."You are confusing this wandering monk with someone known to you," I thought. "Dreamer, walk on." 10 minutes later I felt heavy numbness in my feet. As though turned to stone, they were unable to carry me farther. I turned around; my feet regained normality. I faced the opposite direction; again the curious weight oppressed me."The saint is magically drawing me to him!" With this thought I heaped the parcels into a ditch. I sped silently away.Retracing my steps as though wing-shod, I reached the narrow lane. My quick glance revealed the quiet figure, steadily gazing in my direction. A few eager steps and I was at his feet.I had seen his face in a thousand visions. These halcyon eyes, in a leonine head with a pointed beard, had oft peered through the gloom of my nocturnal reveries, holding a promise I had not fully understood.