|Arms of Saint-Pardoux, France|
Of course, none of that was bothering Pardulph. Even though he was down in the Aquitaine, right smack between the warring armies, he was too busy to notice. With what, you wonder? He was the abbot of a very strict monastery, so he was busy fasting, praying, working, praising, and once a week, eating. He subsisted on fungi that were donated by the local peasants, accepting no fowl. He also generally refused all heat except the rays of sunlight, though occasionally he was willing to draw heat from some stones that had been warmed.
|Church of Saint-Pardoux|
Back to the Umayyad invasion. As the army came through, the monastery was evacuated (except for Pardulph). At seventy-five years old, he decided to hunker down and let his prayers be his shield. They must have been some powerful prayers because the retreating Umayyad army opted not to burn and loot the place as they marched past it on their way south.