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old man, simply because of the part he had played, either by accident or by design of Providence, in the monk’s
stumbling upon the crypt and its relics. The pilgrim was only a minor ingredient, as far as Francis was
concerned, in a mandala design at whose center rested a relic of a saint. But his fellow novices had seemed more
interested in the pilgrim than in the relic, and even the abbot had summoned him, not to ask about the box,guild wars power leveling, but to
ask about the old man. They had asked him a hundred questions about the pilgrim to which he could reply only:
“I didn’t notice,” or “I wasn’t looking right then,” or “If he said, I don’t remember,” and some of the questions
were a little weird. And so he questioned himself: Should I have noticed? Was I stupid not to watch what he did?
Wasn’t I paying enough attention to what he said? Did I miss something important because I was dazed?
He brooded on it in the darkness while the wolves prowled about his new encampment and filled the nights
with their howling. He caught himself brooding on it during times of the day that were assigned as proper for the
prayers and spiritual exercises of the vocational vigil, and he confessed as much to Prior Cheroki the next time
the priest rode his Sunday circuit. “You shouldn’t let the romantic imaginations of the others bother you; you
have enough trouble with your own,” the priest told him, after chiding him for neglecting the exercises and
prayers. “They don’t think up questions like that on the basis of what might be true; they concoct the questions
on the basis of what might be sensational if it just happened to be true. It’s ridiculous! I can tell you that the
Reverend Father Abbot has ordered the entire novitiate to drop the subject.” After a moment, he unfortunately
added: “There really wasn’t anything about the old man to suggest the supernatural?awas there?” with only the
faintest trace of hopeful wonder in his tone.
Brother Francis wondered too. If there had been a suggestion of the supernatural, he had not noticed it. But
then too, judging by the number of questions he had been unable to answer, he had not noticed very much. The
profusion of the questions had made him feel that his failure to observe had been, somehow, culpable. He had
become grateful to the pilgrim upon discovering the shelter. But he had not interpreted events entirely in terms of
his own interests, in accordance with his own longing for some shred of evidence that the dedication of his
lifetime to the labors of the monastery was born not so much of his own will as it was of grace, empowering the
will, but not compelling it, rightly to choose. Perhaps the events had a vaster significance that he had missed,
during the totality of his self-absorption.
What is your opinion of your own execrable vanity?
My execrable vanity is like that of the fabled cat who studied ornithology, m’Lord.
His desire to profess his final and perpetual vows?awas it not akin to the motive of the cat who became an
ornithologist??aso that he might glorify his own ornithophagy, esoterically devouring Penthestes atricapillus but
never eating chickadees. For,guild wars power leveling, as the cat was called by Nature to be an ornithophage, so was Francis called by his
own nature hungrily to devour such knowledge as could be taught in those days, and, because there were no
schools but the monastic schools, he had donned the habit first of a postulant,age of conan gold, later of a novice. But to suspect
that God as well as Nature had beckoned him to become a professed monk of the Order?
What else could he do? There was no returning to his homeland, the Utah. As a small child,l2 adena, he had been
