Then the Angel touched the monk's head, and Rheinfrid closed his eyes, and in an instant it seemed to him as though he were awaking from a long sleep.  Cold and rigid were his limbs, and as he tried to sit up each movement made them ache.  He found that he had been lying under an aged oak.  He rubbed his hands together for warmth, and a white lichen which had overgrown them peeled off in long threads.  A heavy white beard, tangled with grey moss, covered his breast, and the hair of his head, white and matted with green tendrils, had grown about his body.