noon
The water rose and lapped against the walls ; the garden was destroyed , and the Abbot 's grave filled with water , but he remained where he was . At one time he sang hymns of praise , then he raged ; then he prayed for pardon , and raged again . After that he set himself to write at the great work which should make him immortal , -- his `` Magna Moralia . '' It was now noon , but he felt no hunger , for by practice he had learned to fast for three days together . During the afternoon , a noise at the window made him look up from his book . There lay a boat , and in it sat the novice Augustinus . The extraordinary , almost comic , aspect of things , elicited a smile from him , and , remembering his conversation with the youth , he asked through the open window , `` Well , did you get the wine and good food , you glutton ? ''