Penguin Island — 23 Bk3 Ch2 - Draco the Great (Translation of the the Relics of St. Orberosia)
And she opened the door to facilitate the young man’s escape.
Oddoul
felt himself pushed violently out.
Scarcely had he gone down into the
street than a chamber-pot was poured over his head; and he thought: “Mysterious are thy designs, O Lord, and thy ways past finding out.”
II.
DRACO THE GREAT
(_Translation of the Relics of St. Orberosia_) The direct posterity of Brian the Good was extinguished about the year
900 in the person of Collic of the Short Nose.
A cousin of that prince,
Bosco the Magnanimous, succeeded him, and took care, in order to assure
himself of the throne, to put to death all his relations.
There issued
from him a long line of powerful kings.
One of them, Draco the Great, attained great renown as a man of war.
He
was defeated more frequently than the others.
It is by this constancy
in defeat that great captains are recognized.
In twenty years he burned
down more than a hundred thousand hamlets, market towns, unwalled
towns, villages, walled towns, cities, and universities.
He set fire
impartially to his enemies’ territory and to his own domains.
And he
used to explain his conduct by saying: “War without fire is like tripe without mustard: it is an insipid
thing.”
His justice was rigorous.
When the peasants whom he made prisoners were
unable to raise the money for their ransoms he had them hanged from a
tree, and if any unhappy woman came to plead for her destitute husband
he dragged her by the hair at his horse’s tail.
He lived like a soldier
without effeminacy.
It is satisfactory to relate that his manner of
life was pure.
Not only did he not allow his kingdom to decline from
its hereditary glory, but, even in his reverses he valiantly supported
the honour of the Penguin people.
Draco the Great caused the relics of St. Orberosia to be transferred to
Alca.
The body of the blessed saint had been buried in a grotto on the Coast
of Shadows at the end of a scented heath.
The first pilgrims who went
to visit it were the boys and girls from the neighbouring villages.
They used to go there in the evening, by preference in couples, as if
their pious desires naturally sought satisfaction in darkness and
solitude.
They worshipped the saint with a fervent and discreet worship
whose mystery they seemed jealously to guard, for they did not like to
publish too openly the experiences they felt.
But they were heard to
murmur one to another words of love, delight, and rapture with which
they mingled the name of Orberosia.
Some would sigh that there they
forgot the world; others would say that they came out of the grotto in
peace and calm; the young girls among them used to recall to each other
the joy with which they had been filled in it.
Such were the marvels that the virgin of Alca performed in the morning
of her glorious eternity; they had the sweetness and indefiniteness of
the dawn.
Soon the mystery of the grotto spread like a perfume
throughout the land; it was a ground of joy and edification for pious
souls, and corrupt men endeavoured, though in vain, by falsehood and
calumny, to divert the faithful from the springs of grace that flowed
from the saint’s tomb.
The Church took measures so that these graces
should not remain reserved for a few children, but should be diffused
throughout all Penguin Christianity.
Monks took up their quarters in
the grotto, they built a monastery, a chapel, and a hostelry on the
coast, and pilgrims began to flock thither.
As if strengthened by a longer sojourn in heaven, the blessed Orberosia
now performed still greater miracles for those who came to lay their
offerings on her tomb.
She gave hopes to women who had been hitherto
barren, she sent dreams to reassure jealous old men concerning the
fidelity of the young wives whom they had suspected without cause, and
she protected the country from plagues, murrains, famines, tempests,
and dragons of Cappadocia.
But during the troubles that desolated the kingdom in the time of King
Collic and his successors, the tomb of St. Orberosia was plundered of
its wealth, the monastery burned down, and the monks dispersed.
The
road that had been so long trodden by devout pilgrims was overgrown
with furze and heather, and the blue thistles of the sands.
For a
hundred years the miraculous tomb had been visited by none save vipers,
weasels, and bats, when, one day the saint appeared to a peasant of the
neighbourhood, Momordic by name.
“I am the virgin Orberosia,” said she to him; “I have chosen thee to
restore my sanctuary.
Warn the inhabitants of the country that if they
allow my memory to be blotted out, and leave my tomb without honour and
wealth, a new dragon will come and devastate Penguinia.”
Learned churchmen held an inquiry concerning this apparition, and
pronounced it genuine, and not diabolical but truly heavenly, and in
later years it was remarked that in France, in like circumstances, St. Foy and St. Catherine had acted in the same way and made use of similar
language.
The monastery was restored and pilgrims flocked to it anew.
The virgin
Orberosia worked greater and greater miracles.
She cured divers hurtful
maladies, particularly club-foot, dropsy, paralysis, and St. Guy’s
disease.
The monks who kept the tomb were enjoying an enviable
opulence, when the saint, appearing to King Draco the Great, ordered
him to recognise her as the heavenly patron of the kingdom and to
transfer her precious remains to the cathedral of Alca.
In consequence, the odoriferous relics of that virgin were carried with
great pomp to the metropolitan church and placed in the middle of the
choir in a shrine made of gold and enamel and ornamented with precious
stones.
The chapter kept a record of the miracles wrought by the blessed
Orberosia.
Draco the Great, who had never ceased to defend and exalt the Christian
faith, died fulfilled with the most pious sentiments and bequeathed his
great possessions to the Church.