There was once a priest who lived in the parish of St. Nicholas. He served St. Nicholas for some years, and all his earnings were that he had neither house nor home, nor a roof over his head. So our good priest got together all his keys, and seeing the icon of St. Nicholas, struck it down, and left his parish to go whithersoever his eyes should guide him. And he went roaming on his way.
Suddenly an unknown man met him. “How do you do, good man?” he said to the pope. 22 “Whither are you going? and whence do you come?” “Take me with you as a companion.” So they went off together. They went on some versts , and became tired. It was time to rest.