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The abbot nodded.
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Dom Paulo led the thon to the lectern; Gault and the don’s clerk followed, joining them on the platform.
Applause rang out heartily following the abbot’s introduction of the thon; the hush that followed suggested the
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“I have been amazed at what we’ve found here,” he told them. “A few weeks ago I would not have believed,
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“You wish to be excused?”
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The angry officer muttered a curse and struggled to free himself from the grasp of his comrades.
“Take him back to his quarters and sit on him till he cools off,” the then told them. “And better see that he
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“Before I throw you out, worm,” said Gault, “let’s probe the depths of this iniquity.”
The Poet waggled his head and munched thoughtfully.
“It’s pretty deep, all right,” he admitted.
Someday Gault is going to strangle himself on that foot of his, thought Dom Paulo.
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“Yes, well?a” Thon Taddeo’s visual calipers began measuring the old priest again. “If you really feel that no
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conflict with established preju?auh?aestablished opinion.”
“Good! Then it should be fascinating.”
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possible language?afor that subject matter. In fact, a great deal of natural philosophy is simply a process of
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which could not be stated in less than a thousand pages of so-called “simple” language. Do I make myself clear?”
“I think so. Since you do make yourself clear, perhaps you could tell us about that aspect of it, then. Unless
the suggestion is premature?aas far as your work with the Memorabilia is concerned.”
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still take considerable time to finish of course. The pieces have to be fitted together, and they don’t all belong to
the same puzzle. We can’t yet predict what we can glean from it, but we’re fairly sure of what we can’t. I’m
happy to say it looks hopeful. I have no objection to explaining the general scope, but?a” He repeated the
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Quantities of facsimile copy were scrutinized. Chains rattled and clanked as the more precious books came
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“Magnificent!” He vacillated between jubilation and amused incredulity. “Fragments from a twentieth
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Kornhoer was enthralled. “I’ll call Brother Majek,” he said.
The abbot’s interest in his guests’ inspection of the premises was less esoteric. “Why,” he demanded of Gault,
“are they making detailed drawings of our fortifications?”
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“The Poet has always muttered.”
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Father Gault gazed speculatively across the desert toward the east. “Come to think of it; if an army meant to
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marching on Denver.” He thought for a few moments and began to look alarmed. “And here they’d have a
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good place to establish a standard for rate of wear, since the traffic’s easy to estimate. Three meals per man per
day since the stones were laid.”
Kornhoer could not help being impressed by their thoroughness; the activity mystified him. “The abbey’s
architectural records are complete,” he said. “They can tell you exactly when each building and wing was added.
Why not save your time?”
The man glanced up innocently. “My master has a saying: ‘Nayol is without speech, and therefore never
lies.’ ”
“Nayol?”
“One of the Nature gods of the Red River people. He means it figuratively, of course. Objective evidence is
the ultimate authority. Recorders may lie, but Nature is incapable of it.” He noticed the monk’s expression and
added hastily:
“No canard is implied. It is simply a doctrine of the thon’s that everything must be cross-referenced to the
objective.”