Chapter CXXVIII. Of the bees

169. On a certain mountain a cell was once made wherein the servant of God performed the most rigid penance for forty days. When he departed thence at the end of that time, the cell, being in a lonely place, remained untenanted; and an earthen vessel, out of which the Saint used to drink, was left there. When some men visited the spot later out of reverence for the Saint, they found the vessel full of bees, who with wondrous skill were building their little cells therein; surely signifying the sweetness of contemplation which the Saint of God had there enjoyed.