With astonishing patience he bore his malady, at no time repining, and speaking never a word of complaint.  When he was asked if he repented him of the adventure, he smiled gently.  "Fain, indeed," he said, "would I be laid to rest beneath the grass of our own garth, where the dear brethren, passing and repassing in the cloister, might look where I lay and say an 'Our Father' for my soul.  Yet in no way do I repent of our sailing, for we have seen the marvellous works of God; and if the Lord vouchsafe to be merciful to me, it may be that I shall see the Heavenly Paradise before you find the Earthly."  "God grant it, dear brother," said Serapion.