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“Do you ever turn the rock around?”
“Turn it around? You think I’m crazy? In times like these?”
“What does it say back there?”
“Hmmm-hnnnn!” the hermit singsonged, refusing to answer. “But come on in, you who can’t read from the
backside.”
“There’s a wall slightly in the way.”
“There always was, wasn’t there?”
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“Face inward,” corrected the hermit. “As long as there are tents to be mended in Israel?abut let’s not begin
teasing each other until you’ve rested. I’ll get you some milk, and you tell me about this visitor that’s worrying
you.
“There’s wine in my bag if you’d like some,” said the abbot, falling with relief onto a mound of skins. “But
I’d rather not talk about Thon Taddeo.”
“Oh? That one.”
“You’ve heard of Thon Taddeo? Tell me, how is it you’ve always managed to know everything and
everybody without stirring from this hill?”
“One hears, one sees,” the hermit said cryptically.
“Tell me,buy mabinogi gold, what do you think of him?,”
“I haven’t see him. But I suppose he will be a pain. A birth-pain, perhaps, but a pain.”
“Birth-pain? You really believe we’re going to have a new Renaissance, as some say?”
“Hmmm-hnnn.”
“Stop smirking mysteriously, Old Jew,mabinogi money, and tell me your opinion. You’re bound to have one. You always do.
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Why is your confidence so hard to get? Aren’t we friends?”
“On some grounds, on some grounds. But we have our differences, you and I.”
“What have our differences got to do with Thon Taddeo and a Renaissance we’d both like to see? Thon
Taddeo is a secular scholar, and rather remote from our differences.”
Benjamin shrugged eloquently. “Difference, secular scholars,” he echoed, tossing out the words like
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“To escape loneliness?ain a young world.”
The young priest laughed. “That perhaps makes his kind of sense, Domne, but I don’t quite see it.”
“You will, when you’re my age, or his.”
“I don’t expect to get that old. He lays claim to several thousand years.”
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The abbot smiled reminiscently. “And you know, I can’t dispute him either. I met him when I was just a
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hundred.”
“Three thousand two hundred and nine, so he says. Sometimes even older. I think he believes it, too. An
interesting madness,”
“I’m not so sure he’s mad, Father. Just devious in his sanity. What did you want to see me about?”
“Three small matters. First, how do we get the Poet out of the royal guest rooms?abefore Thon Taddeo
arrives? He’s due here in a few days, and the Poet’s taken root.”
“I’ll handle the Poet-sirrah. What else?”
“Vespers. Will you be in the church?”
“Not until Compline. You take over. What else?”
“Controversy in the basement?aover Brother Kornhoer’s experiment.”
“Who and how?”
“Well, the silly gist of it seems to be that Brother Armbruster has the attitude of vespero mundi expectando,
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fawn on each other for ten minutes. Six hours later, the floor shivers from Brother Armbruster’s bellowing
Perdition! down in the library. I can settle the blowups, but there seems to be a Basic Issue.”
“A basic breach of conduct, I’d say. What do you want me to do about it? Exclude them from the table?”
“Not yet, but you might warn them.”
“All right,acheter kamas, I’ll track it down. Is that all?”
“That’s all, Domne.” He started away, but paused: “Oh, by the way-do you think Brother Kornhoer’s
contraption is going to work’?”
“I hope not!” the abbot snorted.
Father Gault appeared surprised. “But, then why let him?a”
“Because I was curious at first. The work has caused so much commotion by now, though, that I’m sorry I
let him start it.”
“Then why not stop him?”
“Because I’m hoping that he will reduce himself to absurdity without any help from me. If the thing fails,
it’ll fail just in time for Thon Taddeo’s arrival; That would be just the proper form of mortification for Brother
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Ten times was this simple but painful litany repeated, with Brother Francis yelping his thanks to Heaven for
each scorching lesson in the virtue of humility, as he was expected to do. The abbot paused after the tenth whack.
Brother Francis was on tip-toe and bouncing slightly. Tears squeezed from the corners of clenched eyelids.
“My dear Brother Francis,” said the Abbot Arkos “are you quite sure you saw the old man?”
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Abbot Arkos glanced clinically at the youth, then walked round his desk and sat down with a grunt. He
glowered for a time at the slip of parchment bearing the letters
“Who do you suppose he could have been?” Abbot Arkos muttered absently.
Brother Francis opened his eyes, causing a brief shed of water.
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Francis said nothing, but prayed silently that the need to convince his sovereign of his veracity would not
often arise. In response to an irritable gesture from the abbot, he lowered his tunic.
“You may sit down,” said the abbot, becoming casual if not genial
Francis moved toward the indicated chair, lowered himself halfway into it, but then winced and stood up
again. “If it’s all the same to the Reverend Father Abbot?a”
“All right, then stand. I won’t keep you long anyhow. You’re to go out and finish your vigil.” He paused,
noticing the novice’s face brighten a little. “Oh no you don’t!” he snapped. “You’re not going back to the same
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you not to discuss the matter with anyone, except your confessor or with me, although, Heaven knows, the
damage is already done. Do you know what you’ve started?”
Brother Francis shook his bead. “Yesterday being Sunday, Reverend Father, we weren’t required to keep
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“Well, your fellows have cooked up a very cute explanation, dear son. Did you know that it was the Blessed
Leibowitz himself you met out there?”
Francis looked blank for a moment then shook his head again. “Oh, no, m’Lord Abbot. I’m sure it couldn’t
have been. The Blessed Martyr wouldn’t do such a thing.”
“Wouldn’t do such-a-what thing?”
“Wouldn’t chase after somebody and try to hit him with a stick that had a nail in one and.”
The abbot wiped his mouth to hide an involuntary smile. He managed to appear thoughtful after a moment.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, now. It was you he was chasing, wasn’t it? Yes, I thought so. You told your fellow
novices about that part too? Yes, eh? Well, you see, they didn’t think that would exclude the possibility of his
being the Beatus. Now I doubt if there are very many people that the Beatus would chase with a stick, but?a” He
broke off, unable to suppress laughter at the expression on the novice’s face. “All right, son-but who do you
suppose he could have been?”
“I thought perhaps be was a pilgrim on his way to visit our shrine, Reverend Father.”
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“Involving your vocation, you say?”
“Y-yes, but?a”
“Of course,” Cheroki said sharply, “you could NOT POSSIBLY be trying to say that?ayou have received?a
from the Blessed Leibowitz, dead now, lo, the last six hundred years?aa handwritten invitation to profess your
solemn vows? And you, uh, deplored his handwriting??aForgive me, but that’s the impression I was getting.”
“Well, it’s something like that, Father.”
Cberoki sputtered. Becoming alarmed, Brother Francis produced a scrap of paper from his sleeve and
handed it to the priest. It was brittle with age and stained. The ink was faded.
“Pound pastrami,” Father Cheroki pronounced, slurring over some of the unfamiliar words, “can kraut, six
bagels?abring home for Emma.” He stared fixedly at Brother Francis for several seconds “This was written by
whom?”
Francis told him.
Cheroki thought it over. “It’s not possible for you to make a good confession while you’re in this condition.
And it wouldn’t be proper for me to absolve you when you’re not in your right mind.” Seeing Francis wince, the
priest touched him reassuringly on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, son, we’ll talk it over after you’re better. I’ll hear
your confession then. For the present?a” He glanced nervously at the vessel containing the Eucharist. “I want
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“Y-yes, Father.”
“Now, I’m not going to absolve you, but you might make good act of contrition and offer two decades of the
rosary as penance anyhow. Would you like my blessing?”
The novice nodded, fighting tears. The priest blessed him arose, genuflected before the Sacrament,
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collapsed the table, and strapped it in place behind the saddle, he gave Francis a last solemn nod, then mounted
and rode away on his mare to complete his circuit of the Lenten hermitages. Francis sat in the hot sand and wept.
It would have been simple if he could have taken the priest to the crypt to show him the ancient room, if he
could have displayed the box and all its contents, and the mark the pilgrim had made on the rock. But the priest
was carrying the Eucharist, and could not have been induced to climb down into a rock-filled basement on his
hands and knees, or to paw though the contents of the old box and enter into archaeological discussions; Francis
had known better than to ask. Cheroki’s visit was necessarily solemn, as long as the locket he was wearing
contained a single Host; although, alter it was empty,swg credits, he might be amenable to some informal listening. The
novice could not blame Father Cheroki for leaping to the conclusion that he had gone out of his mind. He was a
little groggy from the sun, and he had stammered quite a bit. More than one novice had turned up with addled