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Updated: May 16, 2025
Some years before, a disciple of Sergius Cyrill by name, since canonized unterrified by winters which dragged through three quarters of the year, wandered off to a secluded place on the shore of the White Lake, where he dwelt until, in old age, a holy house was required to accommodate his following. He called it Bielo-Osero. There I installed myself, won by the warmth of my welcome.
The youth had intellect, impressiveness, aptitude in words, and a sublime idea. But what of his spirit his courage his endurance in the Faith? "How came this doctrine to thee?" The Prince spoke deferentially. "From the good father Hilarion." "Who is he?" "The Archimandrite of Bielo-Osero." "A monastery?" "Yes." "How did he receive it?"
Rushing back to his cell he exchanged his black gown for the coarse gray garment with which he had sallied from Bielo-Osero. Folding the veil, and putting it carefully away in his hat, he went forth, a hunter as the multitude were hunters; only, as we shall presently see, his zeal was more lasting than theirs, and he was owner of an invaluable secret.
"The name my mother gave me is Andre; but when I came to be a deacon in our Bielo-Osero, Father Hilarion, who presided at the raising, asked me how I wished to be known in the priesthood, and I answered him, Sergius.
However, as he had been indulging comparisons of life in Constantinople with life in Bielo-Osero, and longing for the holy quiet of the latter, he concluded he was homesick, and was ashamed. It was childishness! The Great Example had no home! And with that thought he struggled manfully to be a man forever done with such weaknesses.
Possibly the chamber and its contents were reproductions of his cell up in Bielo-Osero. Nilo gave himself to study of the drum, reminded, doubtless, of similar warlike devices in Kash-Cush. The Prince alone expostulated. Taking a stand between the Governor and the door, he said: "A question before thou goest hence." The Turk gazed at him silently.
Doubtless they were well enough in the Bielo-Osero, where the Rule of the Studium is law instead of fashion; but here we must consult customs or be laughed at, which would be fatal to the role I have in mind for thee." Then with a smile, she added, "Observe the dominion I have already assumed."
A detective, having overheard the conversation between the two men, had not required sight of them; but the young monk was too recently from the cloisters of Bielo-Osero to be quick in the discernment of villanies. He knew the world abounded in crime, but he had never dealt with it personally; as yet it was a destroying wolf howling in the distance.
The stranger drew from his girdle a linen package carefully folded, kissed it reverently, and said: "Would the Princess Irene be pleased if I open the favor for her?" The voice was manly, the manner deferential. "Is it a letter?" she asked. "Its name?" "Bielo-Osero." "The Bielo-Osero? Where is it?" "I knew not that I had an acquaintance in so distant a region as the north of Russia.
Crossing herself, and again kissing the signature, she began the reading, which, as the hand was familiar to her, and the composition in the most faultless Greek of the period, was in nowise a perplexity. "BIELO-OSERO, 3d June, 1452. "From Hilarion, the Hegumen, to Irene, his well-beloved daughter. "Thou hast thought of me this longtime as at rest forever at rest with the Redeemer.
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