Life
He is first mentioned in the Historia Langobardorum (English: History of the Lombards) which was written some forty years after his death by Paul the Deacon. Baodolinus is described there as “a man of wonderful holiness…who was distinguished for many miracles”, and as having been endowed with the gifts of clairvoyance and prophecy. One specific miracle is recorded. When Liutprand is hunting in the forest near Forum, and his nephew Aufusus is accidentally injured by an arrow, the king sends to Baodolinus asking him to pray for the life of the boy. But the messenger receives the reply:
I know for what cause you are coming, but that which you have been sent to ask cannot be done since the boy is dead.
Aufusus had indeed died and Liutprand understood that Baodolinus had the spirit of prophecy.
Baudolino died around 740 and was laid to rest at Forum Fulvii.
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