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He probed the haze and found the face of the saint again. It was such a small grin?asad, understanding and,knight gold,
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Satan himself. It was the first time he had seen it dearly. In the last chalice, there could be a chuckle of triumph.
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Haec commixtio . . .
He was suddenly very sleepy; the saint’s face grayed over, but the abbot continued to grin weakly in
response.
Prior Gault found him slumped over the desk shortly before None. Blood showed between his teeth. The
young priest quickly felt for a pulse. Dom Paulo awakened at once, straightened in his chair, and, as if still in a
dream, he pontificated imperiously: “I tell you, it’s all supremely ridiculous. It’s absolutely idiotic. Nothing could
be more absurd,”
“What’s absurd, Domne?”
The abbot shook his head, blinked several times. “What?”
“I’ll get Brother Andrew at once.”
“Oh? That’s absurd. Come back here. What did you want?”
“Nothing, Father Abbot. I’ll be back as soon as I get Brother?a”
“Oh, bother the medic! You didn’t come in here for nothing. My door was closed. Close it again, sit down,
say what you wanted.”
“The test was successful. Brother Kornhoer’s lamp, I mean.”
“All right, let’s hear about it. Sit down, start talking, tell me all lll about it.” He straightened his habit and
blotted his mouth with a bit of linen. He was still dizzy, but the fist in his belly had come unclenched. He could
not have cared lass about the prior’s account of the test, but he tried his best to appear attentive. Got to keep him
here until I’m awake enough to think. Can’t let him go for the medic?anot yet; the news would get out: The old
man is finished. Got to decide whether it’s a safe time to be finished or not.
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“Deo? gratias?” asked Francis.
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“That is undoubtedly true, m’Lord Abbot.”
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