12. Now, therefore, we have learnt in truth from the account of the presbyter Benenatus, a venerable man, of new not ancient wonders, not of old, but new miracles, not ones worked in idle fables, but ones which can be proven by the Truth. For this reason we shall try to note them down briefly in this collection of pages just as they were told to us, paying every attention to accuracy. This most holy man spoke as follows: ‘While I was journeying from the province of Lusitania to the province of Baetica with the most holy Fructuosus, the wet weather brought forth, as is the custom in winter, great sheets of rain for many days and the rivers had grown terribly swollen because of the amount of rain. It happened one day that a small boy, while he was trying to wade across with the rest of his companions, fell along with the horse which was carrying the books of the man of God, into the deepest part of the river. [...]
The servant boy is not able to rescue the books, he himself nearly dies, but then, thanks to Fructuosus, the books are later miraculously found, dry and safe, in a luggage.Then the author relates two other miracle stories told by the presbyter Benenatus, the one about Saint Fructuosus's journey to the basilica of Saint Gerontius in Seville, the other about his journey to the island of Cadiz.
(trans. A.T. Fear 1997: 134-135, summary by M. Szada)
