Long ago, a cruel king had a sorcerer who taught magic to the people. As the sorcerer grew old, he asked the king to send him a clever boy to train as his successor. On his way to the sorcerer each day, the boy passed a righteous monk whose words touched his heart, and secretly the boy came to believe in God, learning sorcery outwardly but faith inwardly.

God blessed the boy with the ability to heal the sick, by God's will alone. A blind courtier of the king heard of this and came with many gifts, asking to be healed. The boy said, «It is not I who heals — it is God alone,» and the man believed and prayed, and his sight returned. When the king learned of this, he was furious.

The king tried many ways to kill the boy but none succeeded, until the boy himself revealed the only way: to gather the people, call out God's name, and shoot him with an arrow. The king did so, and the boy died — but the whole crowd had heard him call on God's name, and every one of them believed at that very moment, so that his death became the reason an entire nation found faith.