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Cheroki had always maintained a formally cordial relationship with the ring and the pectoral cross, with the
office, of his abbot,aoc power leveling, but permitted himself to see as little as possible of Arkos the man. This was rather difficult
under present circumstances,aoc gold, the Reverend Father Abbot being fresh out of his bath, and padding around his
study in his bare feet. He had apparently just trimmed a corn and cut too deep; one great toe was bloody. Cheroki
tried to avoid noticing it, but felt very ill at ease.
“You do know what I’m talking about?” Arkos growled impatiently.
Cheroki hesitated. “Would you mind,buy runescape money, Father Abbot, being specific?ain case it’s connected with something I
might have heard about only in confession?”
“Hah? Oh! Well, I’m bedeviled! You did hear his confession. I clean forgot. Well, get him to tell you again,
so you can talk?athough Heaven knows, it’s all over the abbey anyhow. No, don’t go see him now. I’ll tell you,
and don’t answer on whatever’s sealed. You’ve seen that stuff?” Abbot Arkos waved toward his desk where the
contents of Brother Francis’ box had been emptied for examination.
Cheroki nodded slowly. “He dropped it beside the road when he fell. I helped gather it up, but I didn’t look
at it carefully.”
“Well, you know what he claims it is?”
Father Cheroki glanced aside. He seemed not to hear the question.
“All right, all right,” the abbot growled, “never mind what he claims it is. Just go look it over carefully
yourself and decide what you think it is.”
Cheroki went to bend over the desk and scrutinize the papers carefully, one at a time, while the abbot paced
and kept talking, seemingly to the priest but half to himself.
“It’s impossible! You did the right thing to send him back before he uncovered more. But of course that’s not
the worst part. The worst part is the old man he babbles about. It’s getting too thick. I don’t know anything that
could damage the case worse than a whole flood of improbable ‘miracles.’ A few real incidents, certainly! It has
to be established that the intercession of the Beatus has brought about the miraculous?abefore canonization can
occur. But there can be too much! Look at the Blessed Chang?abeatified two centuries ago, but never canonized
?aso far. And why? His Order got too eager, that’s why. Every time somebody got over a cough, it was a
miraculous cure by the Beatus. Visions in the basement, evocations in the belfry; It sounded more like a
collection of ghost stories than a list of miraculous incidents. Maybe two or three incidents were really valid, but
when there’s that much chaff?awell?”
Father Cheroki looked up. His knuckles had whitened on the edge of the desk and his face seemed strained.
He seemed not to have been listening. “I beg your pardon,age of conan power leveling, Father Abbot?”
“Well, the same thing could happen here, that’s what,” said the abbot, and resumed his slow padding to and
fro.
“Last year there was Brother Noyon and his miraculous hangman’s noose. Ha! And the year before that,
Brother Smirnov gets mysteriously cured of the gout?ahow??aby touching a probable relic of our Blessed
Leibowitz, the young louts say. And now this Francis, he meets a pilgrim?awearing what??awearing for a kilt
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