A low hiss from the stairway alerted the basement again, although there had been several earlier false
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glances among them as they waited.
This time the warning hiss had not been in vain. The monk who watched from the head of the stairs turned
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“Et lux ergo facta est,” he said when he had found the screw.
“Lucem esse bonam Deus vidit,” the inventor called to the fifth monk.
The fifth monk bent over the dynamo with a candle for one last look at the brush contacts. “Et secrevit
lucem a tenebris,” he said at last, continuing the lesson.
“Lucem appellavit ‘diem,’ ” chorused the treadmill team,
“et tenebras ‘noctes,’ ” Whereupon they set their shoulders to the turnstile beams.
Axles creaked and groaned. The wagon-wheel dynamo began to spin, its low whir becoming a moan and
then a whine as the monks strained and grunted at the drive-mill. The guardian of the dynamo watched anxiously
as the spokes blurred with speed and became a film. “Vespere occaso,” he began, then paused to lick two fingers
and touch them to the contacts. A spark snapped.
“Lucifer!” he yelped, leaping back,wow power leveling, then finished lamely: “ortus est et primo die.”
“CONTACT!” said Brother Kornhoer, as Dom Paulo, Thon Taddeo and his clerk descended the stairs.
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evil and loving peace?”
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rich than before, when he saw his enemy become mightier,wow power leveling, he grew fearful and ceased to trust in God thinking
unto himself: I must strike before the enemy overwhelmeth me without taking his sword in hand.
” ‘And so it was in those days,’ ” said Brother Reader:
“that the princes of Earth had hardened their hearts against the Law of the Lord, and of their pride there was
no end.
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princes to prevail over his. For the mighty of the Earth did contend among themselves for supreme power over
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Lord God had suffered the wise men of those times to learn the means by which the world itself might be
destroyed,buy rs money, and into their hands was given the sword of the Archangel wherewith Lucifer had been cast down,
that men and princes might fear God and humble themselves before the Most High. But they were not humbled.
“And Satan spoke unto a certain prince, saying: ‘Fear not to use the sword, for the wise men have deceived
you in saying that the world would be destroyed thereby. Listen not to the counsel of weaklings, for they fear
you exceedingly, and they serve your enemies by staying your hand against them. Strike, and know that you shall
be king over all.’
“And the prince did heed the word of Satan, and he summoned all of the wise men of that realm and called
upon them to give him counsel as to the ways in which the enemy might be destroyed without bringing down the
wrath upon his own kingdom. But most of the wise men said, ‘Lord, it is not possible, for your enemies also have
the sword which we have given you, and the fieriness of it is as the flame of Hell and as the fury of the sun-star
from whence it was kindled.’
” ‘Then thou shalt make me yet another which is yet seven times hotter than Hell itself,’ commanded the
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“Not at all. ‘Soon the sun will set’?ais that prophecy? No, it’s merely an assertion of faith in the consistency
of events. The children of the world are consistent too?aso I say they will soak up everything you can offer, take
your job away from you, and then denounce you as a decrepit wreck. Finally, they’ll ignore you entirely. It’s your
own fault. The Book I gave you should have been enough for you. Now you’ll just have to take the consequences
for your meddling.”
He had spoken flippantly, but his prediction seemed uncomfortably close to Dom Paulo’s fears. The priest’s
countenance saddened.
“Pay me no mind,” said the hermit. “I’ll not venture to soothsay before I’ve seen this contraption of yours, or
taken a look at this Thon Taddeo?awho begins to interest me, by the way. Wait until I’ve examined the entrails
of the new era in better detail, if you expect advice from me.”
“Well,potbs doubloons, you won’t see the lamp because you never come to the abbey.”
“It’s your abominable cooking I object to.”
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“And you won’t see Thon Taddeo because he comes from the other direction. If you wait to examine the
entrails of an era until after it’s born, it’s too late to prophesy its birth.”
“Nonsense. Probing the womb of the future is bad for the child. I shall wait?aand then I shall prophesy that
it was born and that it wasn’t what I’m waiting for.”
“What a cheerful outlook! So what are you looking for?”
“Someone who shouted at me once.”
“Shouted?”
“‘Come forth!’ ”
“What rot!”
“Hmmm-hnnn! To tell you the truth, I don’t much expect Him to come, but I was told to wait, and?a” he
shrugged “?aI wait.” After a moment his twinkling eyes narrowed to slits, and he leaned forward with sudden
eagerness. “Paulo, bring this Thon Taddeo past the foot of the mesa.”
The abbot recoiled in mock horror. “Accoster of pilgrims! Molester of novices! I shall send you the Poet-
sirrah!?aand may he descend upon you and rest forever. Bring the thon past your lair! What an outrage.”
Benjamin shrugged again. “Very well. Forget that I asked it. But let’s hope this thon will be on our side, and
not with the others this time.”
“Others, Benjamin?”
“Manasses,cheap ragnarok zeny, Cyrus, Nebuchadnezzar, Pharaoh, Caesar, Hannegan the Second?aneed I go on? Samuel warned
us against them, then gave us one. When they have a few wise men shackled nearby to counsel them, they
become more dangerous than ever. That’s all the advice I’ll give you.”
“Well, Benjamin, I’ve had enough of you now to last me another five years, so?a”
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Wednesday, August 25th, 2010more devout in those days, and more credulous. I think Francis was that one’s name. Poor fellow. I buried him
later. Told them in New Rome where to dig for him. That’s how you got his carcass back.”
The abbot gaped at the old man as they walked through the mesquite toward the water hole, leading the
horse and the goat. Francis?? he wondered. Francis. That could be the Venerable Francis Gerard of Utah,
perhaps??ato whom a pilgrim had once revealed the location of the old shelter in the village, so that story went
?abut that was before the village was there. And about six centuries ago, yes, and?anow this old gaffer was
chiming to have been that pilgrim? He sometimes wondered where Benjamin had picked up enough knowledge
of the abbey’s history to invent such tales. From the Poet, perhaps.
“That was during my earlier career, of course,” the Old Jew went on, “and perhaps such a mistake was
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understandable.”
“Earlier career?”
“Wanderer.”
“How do you expect me to believe such nonsense?”
“Hmm-hnnn! The Poet believes me.”
“Undoubtedly! The Poet certainly would never believe that the Venerable Francis met a saint. That would
be superstition. The Poet would rather believe he met you?asix centuries ago. A purely natural explanation, eh?”
Benjamin chuckled wryly. Paulo watched him lower a leaky bark cup into the well, empty it into his water
skin, and lower it again for more. The water was cloudy and alive with creeping uncertainties as was the Old
Jew’s stream of memory. Or was his memory uncertain? Playing games with us all? wondered the priest. Except
for his delusion of being older than Methuselah, old Benjamin Eleazar seemed sane enough,wow power leveling, in his own wry way.
“Drink?” the hermit offered, extending the cup.
The abbot suppressed a shudder,runescape power leveling, but accepted the cup so as not to offend; be drained the murky liquid at a
gulp.
“Not very particular,lineage adena, are you?” said Benjamin, watching him critically. “Wouldn’t touch it myself.” He
patted the water skin. “For the animals.”
The abbot gagged slightly.
“You’ve changed,cheap lord of the rings online gold,” said Benjamin, still watching him.
“You’ve grown pale as cheese and wasted.”
“I’ve been ill.”
“You look ill. Come up in my shack, if the climb won’t tire you out.”
“I’ll be all right. I had a little trouble the other day, and our physician told me to rest. Fah! If an important
guest weren’t coming soon, I’d pay no attention. But he’s coming, so I’m resting. It’s quite tiresome.”
Benjamin glanced back at him with a grin as they climbed the arroyo. He waggled his grizzly head. “Riding
ten miles across the desert is resting?”
“For me it’s rest. And, I’ve been wanting to see you, Benjamin.”
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“Oh?”
“Yes. If it’s a hoax, it should be found out, and if it isn’t, the data might well be priceless.”
The monsignor frowned. “I assure you there is no hoax,ao credits,” he said stiffly.
“The letter contained an invitation to visit the abbey and study the documents. They’ve evidently heard of
me.
“Not necessarily,” said Apollo, unable to resist the opportunity. “They aren’t particular about who reads their
books, as long as he washes his hands and doesn’t deface their property.”
The scholar glowered. The suggestion that there might exist literate persons who had never heard his name
did not please him.
“But there, then!” Apollo went on affably. “You have no problem. Accept their invitation, go to the abbey,
study their relics. They’ll make you welcome.”
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The scholar huffed irritably at the suggestion. “And travel through the Plains at a time when Mad Bear’s clan
is?a” Thon Taddeo broke off abruptly.
“You were saying?” Apollo prompted, his face showing an special alertness, although a vein in his temple
began to throb as he stared expectantly at Thon Taddeo.
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discuss the possibility of sending a well-armed party of the Mayor’s guardsmen to fetch the documents here for
study.”
Apollo choked. He felt a childish impulse to kick the scholar in the shins. “I’m afraid,” he said politely, “that
would be quite impossible. But in any case, the matter is outside my sphere, and I’m afraid I can’t be of any help
to you.”
“Why not?” Thon Taddeo demanded. “Aren’t you the Vatican’s nuncio to the Court of Hannegan?”
“Precisely. I represent New Rome, not the monastic Orders. The government of an abbey is in the hands of
its abbot.”
“But with a little pressure from New Rome . . .”
The impulse to kick shins surged swiftly. “We’d better discuss it later,” Monsignor Apollo said curtly. “This
evening in my study, if you like.” He half turned, and looked back inquiringly as if to say Well?
“I’ll be there,” the scholar said sharply, and marched away.
“Why didn’t you tell him flatly no,cheap atlantica online gold, then and there?” Claret fumed when they were alone in the embassy suite
an hour later. “Transport priceless relics through bandit country in these times?” It’s unthinkable, Mess|r.”
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Wednesday, August 11th, 2010The audience had ended.
Monsignor Aguerra touched Brother Francis’ arm as the pilgrim group passed out the portals. He embraced
the monk warmly. The postulator of the Saint’s cause had aged so greatly that Francis recognized him only with
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squinting over the copy-table. The monsignor handed him a package and a letter as they descended the scala
caelestis.
Francis glanced at the letter’s address and nodded. His own name was written on the package, which bore a
diplomatic seal. “For me, Mess|r?”
“Yes, a personal token from the Holy Father. Better not open it here. Now, can I do anything for you before
you leave New Rome? I’d be glad to show you anything you’ve missed.”
Brother Francis thought briefly. There had already been an exhaustive tour. “I would like to see the basilica
just once again, Mess|r,” he said at last.
“Why, of course. But is that all?”
Brother Francis paused again. They had fallen behind the other departing pilgrims. “I would like to confess,”
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Francis reddened and shook his head.
“How about the Grand Penitentiary, then? He’ll not only absolve you if you’re repentant, he’ll even hit you
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“I meant?aI was asking you, Mess|r,” the monk stammered.
“Me? Why me? I’m nobody fancy. Here you are in a whole town full of red hats, and you want to confess to
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“Because?abecause you were our Patron’s advocate,” the monk explained.
“Oh,wow power leveling, I see. Why of course I’ll hear your confession. But I can’t absolve you in the name of your Patron, you
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Francis had little to confess, but his heart had long been troubled?aat the prompting of Dom Arkos?aby the
fear that his discovery of the shelter might have hindered the case for the Saint. Leibowitz’ postulator heard him
counseled him, and absolved him in the basilica, then led him around that ancient church. During the ceremony
of canonization and the Mass that followed, Brother Francis had noticed only the majestic splendor of the
building. Now the aged monsignor pointed to crumbling masonry, places in need of repair, and the shameful
condition of some of the older frescoes. Again he caught a glimpse of a poverty which dignity veiled. The
Church was not wealthy in this age.
At last, Francis was free to open the package. The package contained a purse. In the purse were two heklos
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Sunday, August 8th, 2010“Now let’s see inside that other package.”
“It contains only documents,wow power leveling, sir,” the monk protested. “Of value to no one except the owner.”
“Open it.”
Silently Brother Francis untied the package and unwrapped the original blueprint and the illuminated
commemoration thereof. The gold-leaf inlay and the colorful design flashed brilliantly in the sunlight that
filtered through the foliage. The robber’s craggy jaw dropped an inch. He whistled softly.
“What a pretty! Now wouldn’t the woman like that to hang on the cabin wall!”
Francis went sick inside.
“Gold!” the robber shouted to his robed accomplices on the hill.
“Eat? Eat?” came the gurgling and chortling reply.
“We’ll eat, never fear!” called the robber, then explained conversationally to Francis: “They get hungry after
a couple of days just sitting there. Business is bad. Traffic’s light these days.”
Francis nodded. The robber resumed his admiration of the illuminated replica.
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“What is it?” the robber asked. “A charm?” He studied the two documents together for a time. “Oh! One is a
ghost of the other. What magic is this?” He stared at Brother Francis with suspicious gray eyes. “What is it
called?”
“Uh?aTransistorized Control System for Unit Six-B,” the monk stammered.
The robber,cheap ragnarok zeny, who had been looking at the documents upside down, could nevertheless see that one diagram
involved a figure-background reversal of the other-an effect which seemed to intrigue him as much as the gold
leaf. He traced out the similarities in design with a short and dirty forefinger, leaving a faint smudge on the
illuminated lambskin. Francis held back tears.
“Please!” the monk gasped. “The gold is so thin, it’s worth nothing to speak of. Weigh it in your hand. The
whole thing weighs no more than the paper itself. It’s of no use to you. Please, sir, take my clothing instead. Take
the donkey, take my bindlestiff. Take whatever you will, but leave me these. They mean nothing to you.”
The robber’s gray gaze was meditative. He watched the monk’s agitation and rubbed his jaw. “I’ll let you
keep your clothes and your donkey and everything except this,” he offered. “I’ll just take the charms, then.”
“For the love of God, sir, then kill me tool” Brother Francis wailed.
The robber snickered. “We’ll see. Tell me what they’re for.”
“Nothing. One is a memento of a man long dead. An ancient. The other is only a copy.”
“What good are they to you?”
Francis closed his eyes for a moment and tried to think of a way to explain. “You know the forest tribes?
How they venerate their ancestors?”
The gray eyes of the robber flashed angrily for a moment.
“We despise our ancestors,” he barked. “Cursed be they who gave us birth!”
“Cursed, cursed!” echoed one of the shrouded archers on the hillside.
“You know who we are? Where we are from?”
Francis nodded. “I meant no offense. The ancient whose relic this is?ahe is not our ancestor. He was our
teacher of old. We venerate his memory. This is only like a keepsake, no more.”
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thievery was an honorable profession among the Utah, getting caught was a capital crime when the thief’s victim
was the tribal warlock. Nor would he have cared to lapse back into the relatively primitive life of an illiterate
shepherd people, after his schooling at the abbey.
But what else? The continent was lightly settled. He thought of the wall-map in the abbey’s library, and of
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simple clanfolk loosely organized into small communities here and there, who lived by hunting, gathering, and
primitive agriculture, whose birth rate was barely high enough (discounting monster-births and sports) to sustain
the population. The principal industries of the continent, excepting a few seacoast regions, were hunting,
farming, fighting, and witchcraft?athe last being the most promising “industry” for any youth with a choice of
careers and having in mind as primary ends, maximum wealth and prestige.
The schooling which Francis had been given at the abbey prepared him for nothing which was of practical
value in a dark, ignorant, and workaday world, where literacy was nonexistent and a literate youth, therefore,
seemed of no worth to a community unless he could also farm, fight, hunt or show some special talent for inter-
tribal theft, or for the divining of water and workable metal. Even in the scattered domains where a form of civil
order existed, the fact of Francis’ literacy would help him not at all, if he must lead a life apart from the Church.
It was true that petty barons sometimes employed a scribe or two, but such cases were rare enough to be
negligible, and were as often filled by monks as by monastery-schooled laymen.
The only demand for scribes and secretaries was created by the Church herself, whose tenuous hierarchic
web was stretched across the continent (and occasionally to far-distant shores, although the diocesans abroad
were virtually autonomous rulers, subject to the Holy See in theory but seldom in practice, being cut off from
New Rome less by schism than by oceans not often crossed) and could be held together only by a
communication network. The Church had become, quite coincidentally and without meaning to be, the only
means whereby news was transmitted from place to place across the continent. If plague came to the northeast,
the southwest would soon hear of it, as a coincidental effect of tales told and retold by messengers of the Church,
coming and going from New Rome.
If the nomadic infiltration in the far northwest threatened a Christian diocese, an encyclical letter might soon
be read from pulpits far to the south and east, warning of the threat and extending the apostolic benediction to
“men of any station, so long as they be skilled at arms, who, having the means to make the journey,achat kamas, may be
piously disposed to do so, in order to swear fealty to Our beloved son, N., lawful ruler of that place, for such a
period of time as may seem necessary for the maintenance of standing armies there for defense of Christians
against the gathering heathen horde, whose ruthless savagery is known to many and who, to Our deepest grief,
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“Deo? gratias?” asked Francis.
“Come in,warhammer online gold, my boy, come in!” called an affable voice, which, after some seconds of puzzling, he recognized
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“You twist the little knob, my son,” said the same friendly voice after Brother Francis had stood frozen on
the spot for some seconds, with his knuckles still in position for knocking.
“Y-y-yes-” Francis scarcely touched the knob,cheap warhammer online gold, but it seemed that the accursed door opened anyway; he had
hoped that it would he tightly stuck.
“The Lord Abbot s-s-sent for?ame?” squawked the novice.
Abbot Arkos pursed his lips and nodded slowly. “Mmmm?ayes, the Lord Abbot sent for?ayou. Do come in
and shut the door.”
Brother Francis got the door closed and stood shivering In the center of the room. The abbot was toying
with some of the wire-whiskered things from the old toolbox.
“Or perhaps it would be more fitting,” said Abbot Arkos, “If the Reverend Father Abbot were sent for by
you. Now that you have been so favored by Providence and have become so famous, eh?” He smiled soothingly.
“Heh heh?” Brother Francis laughed inquiringly. “Oh n-n-no, m’Lord.”
“You do not dispute that you have won overnight fame? That Providence elected you to discover THIS?a”
he gestured sweepingly at the relics on the desk “?athis ]UNK box, as its previous owner no doubt rightly called
it?”
The novice stammered helplessly,cheap final fantasy gil, and somehow managed to wind up wearing a grin.
“You are seventeen and plainly an idiot, are you not?”
“That is undoubtedly true, m’Lord Abbot.”
“What excuse do you propose for believing yourself called to Religion?”
“No excuse, Magister meus.”
“Ah? So? Then you feel that you have no vocation to the Order?”
“Oh, I do!” the novice gasped.
“But you propose no excuse?”
“None.”
“You little cretin, I am asking your reason. Since you state none, I take it you are prepared to deny that you
met anyone in the desert the other day, that you stumbled on this-this JUNK box with no help, and that what I
have been hearing from others is only-feverish raving?”
“Oh, no, Dom Arkos!”
“Oh, no, what?”
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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,wow power leveling, 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,cheap rs gold, 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
you to gather up your things and return to the abbey at once.”
“But,runescape money, Father, I?a”
“I command you,” the priest said tonelessly, “to return to the abbey at once.”
“Y-yes,cheap rs money, 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,
recovered the golden vessel, and reattached it to the chain around his neck. Having pocketed the candle,
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, 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