_ 223 _ On the following Sunday, at nearly eight o’clock, we struck camp at that mill, and travelling a little further camped in an uninhabited plain with very bad water. Here the Mother Superior, who had already come to an extreme, rendered up her soul to her Creator, who was calling her, without suffering, delivering herself to death with a saintly willingness, and with words in accordance with the divine life she had led, as was appropriate to whom she was and the steps in which she followed. In her tent, with one of her women helping me (for the other was so sick that she did not know anything) I prepared her for burial, for no one knew how to do it, and I did not want them to do it. Once she was ready, wearing her habit, with the help of two Armenians who were travelling with the caravan, I dug a deep, large grave a short distance from the road, and we buried her at two o’clock in the night, in order not to make a fuss; and we put a large rock on top of it. That day I wrote by a caravan which was going from Kashan to Ormuz a letter to the Captain about all that had occurred. On the Monday at the same hour we left there. We travelled a similar distance and. camped in another deserted place, also with very bad water. A little earlier on the Tuesday we struck camp again, and a little after
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