It was then summertime and the season of the high noon and violent heat and unbearable warmth. Those sharing the journey with the holy man, as has been said, were besieged terribly by thirst. For there was not on all that road either a spring-fed stream or river's flow or a snow-fed torrent or any other natural source of water at all. These men were stricken to the ground in the middle of the road; their breathing was cut short by the continuous heat and the choking resulting from this and they were violently pressed to give up their lives. Seeing that they were about to be in grave danger and taking pity on their weakness, the saint gave himself up to prayer as was his custom. Then, with his cross-bearing staff he struck the ground on which he stood and prayed. O your wonders, my Christ! Water immediately was given from the hollows of the earth – the sweetest and the most radiant and the most fit to drink. Those who were overcome by thirst and almost dead, having taken their fill of this, were revived and regained their strength.