One night as he floated on this raft in the starlight, he heard the voice of the Spirit of the Peak calling to the Spirit of the Mere.  And the Spirit of the Mere answered, "Speak, I am listening."  Then the Mountain Spirit cried, "Arise, then, and come to my aid; alone I cannot chase away these men who are driving out all the ancient gods from their shrines in the land."  The Water Spirit answered, "Of what avail is our strength against theirs?  Here on the starry waters is one whose nets I cannot break, and whose boat I cannot overturn.  Without ceasing he prays, and never are his eyes closed in slumber."  Then Hilary arose on his raft, and raising his hand to heaven cried against the Spirit of the Peak and the Spirit of the Mere: "In the name of Him crucified, be silent for evermore, and leave these hills and waters to the servants of God."  And these creatures of evil were stricken dumb, and they fled in dismay, making a great moaning and sobbing, and the dolorous sound was as that of the wind in the pines and the water on the rocks.