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  GoIdmuadayofhappyimpatieninginthehills.Ifhehadownedahorse,hewouldhaveriddentohismastersbeautifulmadonnainthecloister.HefelttheurgetoseeheragainandthoughtthathehaddreamedofMasterNiklausthatnight.Well,hedgoseethemadonnaaime.HisblisswithAgnesmightbeofshortduration,mightleadtodangerperhaps—buttodayitwasinfullbloom;hedidnotwanttomissanyofit.Hedidnotwanttoseepeople,tobedistracted;hewaospendthemildautumndayoutside,withthetreesandclouds.HetoldMariethathewasthinkingofahikeinthetrysideandmightbebacklate.Heaskedhertogivehimagoodkofbreadfortheroadandnotforhimintheevening.Shemadenoent,stuffedhispocketsfullofbreadandapples,ranabrushoverhisoldcoat,whichshehadpatchedtheveryfirstday,ahimgo.

  Hestrolledacrosstheriverandclimbedthesteep-steppedpathsthroughtheemptyvineyards,losthimselfintheforestontheheights,anddidnotstopclimbinguntilhehadreachedthelastplateau.Therethesunshonehalfheartedlythroughbaldtrees.Blackbirdsscurriedbeforehissteps;shylytheyretreatedintothebushes,lookingathimwithshinyblackeyes.Farbelow,theriverseemedabluecurve.Thecitylookedlikeatoy;notasoundrosefromit,exceptthatofthebellsringingforprayers.Nearhimoeauthereweresmall,grass-coveredswellings,moundsfromapagandays,perhapsfortifications,perhapstombs.Hesatdowninthedry,cragautumngrassonthesideofohem.Hecouldseethewholevastvalley,thehillsandmountainsbeyondtheriver,upon,allthewaytothehorizon,wheremountainsandskymergedinbluishuaintyandcouldnolooldapart.Hisfeethadmeasuredthissweepingdistancemuchfartherthantheeyecouldsee.Alltheseregions,whichwerefarawaynowandremembered,hadoncebeenclosea.Ahuimeshehadsleptinthoseforests,eatenberries,beenhungryandcold,crossedthosemountainridges,andstretchesofheath,beenhappyorsad,freshorfatigued.Somewhereinthatdistance,faroutoftherangeofvision,laythecharredbonesofgoodLene;somewheretherehispaniomightstillbewandering,iftheplaguehadnotcaughtupwithhim;somewhereouttherelaydeadViktor;andsomewheretoo,faroffintheenteddistance,wasthecloisterofhisyouthaleoftheknightwiththebeautifuldaughters,andpoor,destitute,houndedRebekkawasstillroamingthereifshehadnotperished.Somanywidelyscatteredplaces,heathsandforests,townsandvillages,castlesandcloisters,andpeoplealiveanddeadexistedinsidehiminhismemory,hislove,hisrepentance,hislonging.Andifdeathcaughthimtoo,tomorrow,thenallthiswouldfallapart,wouldvanish,thewholepicturebookfullofwomenandlove,ofsummermsandwinternights.Oh,itwashightimethatheaplishedsomething,createdsomethisomethingbehindthatwouldsurvivehim.

  Uptonowlittleremainedofhislife,ofhiswanderings,ofallthoseyearsthathadpassedsioutintheworld.Whatremaihefewfigureshehadoncemadeintheworkshop,especiallyhisSt.John,andthispicturebook,thisunrealworldinsidehishead,thisbeautiful,agimageworldofmemories.Wouldhesucceedinsavingafesofthisinnerworldandmakingitvisibletoothers?Orwouldthingsjustgoonthesameway:owns,newlandscapes,newwomen,newexperienewimages,piledoheother,experiencesfromwhichhegleahingbutarestless,torturousaswellasbeautifuloverflowingoftheheart?

  Itwasshamelesshowlifemadefunofowasajoke,acauseforweepiheronelivedaonessensesplay,drankfullattheprimitivemothersbreast—whichbroughtgreatblissbutroteagaih;thenonelivedlikeamushroomintheforest,colorfultodayandrottentomorrow.Orelseoupadefense,imprisonedoneselfforworkandtriedtobuildamoothefleetingpassageoflife—thenonerenouncedlife,wasnothingbutatool;oneenlistedintheserviceofthatwhidured,butonedriedupintheprocessandlostonesfreedom,scope,lustforlife.ThatswhathadhappeoMasterNiklaus.

  Ach,lifemadesenseonlyifoneachievedboth,onlyifitwasnotsplitbythisbrittlealternative!Tocreate,withoutsacrifigonessensesforit.Tolive,withoutrenoungthenobilityofcreating.Wasthatimpossible?

  Perhapstherewerepeopleforwhomthisossible.Perhapstherewerehusbandsandheadsoffamilieswhodidnotlosetheirsensualitybybeingfaithful.Perhapstherewerepeoplewho,thoughsettled,didnothaveheartsdriedupbylackoffreedomandlackofrisk.Perhaps.Hehadone.

  Allexistenceseemedtobebasedonduality,ontrast.Eitheronewasamanoronewasawomaherawandererorasedentaryburgher,eitherathinkingpersonorafeelingperson—noonecouldbreatheinatthesametimeashebreathedout,beamanaswellasawoman,experiencefreedomaswellasorder,biindmind.Onealwayshadtopayfortheohthelossoftheother,ahingwasalwaysjustasimportantanddesirableastheother.Perhapswomenhaditeasierinthisrespeaturehadcreatedtheminsuchawaythatdesireboreitsfruitautomatically,thattheblissoflovebecameachild.Foramaernallongingreplacedthissimplefertility.Wasthegodwhohadcreatedeverythinginthismanneranevilgod,washehostile,didhelaughironicallyathisowion?No,hecouldnotbeevil;hehadcreatedthehartandtheroebuck,fishandbirds,forests,flowers,theseasons.Butthesplitranthroughhisentirecreation.Perhapsithadnotturrightorwasinplete—odihislack,thislonginginhumanlifeforaspecialpurpose?Wasthisperhapstheseedoftheenemy,inalsin?Butwhyshouldthislongingandthislackbesinful?Didnotallthatwasbeautifulandholy,allthatmaedandgavebacktoGodasasacrificeofthanksspringfromthisverylack,fromthislonging?

  Histhoughtsdepressedhim.Heturnedhiseyestowardthecity,sawthemarketplace,thefishmarket,thebridges,thechurches,thetownhall.Andtherewasthecastle,theproudbishopspalawhichtHeinrichwasnowruling.Agnesliveduhosetowersandhighroofs,hisbeautifulregalmistress,wholookedsoproudbutwhocouldhelessloseherself,abandonherselfpletelyihoughtofherwithjoy,andgratefullyrememberedlastnight.Tohavebeeoexperiehehappinessofthatnight,tohavebeeomakethatmarvelouspy,hehadneededhisentirelife,allthethingswomenhadtaughthim,hismanyjourneys,hisneeds,wanderingthroughthesnowatnight,hisfriendshipandfamiliaritywithanimals,flowers,trees,water,fish,butterflies.Forthishehadneededsensessharpenedbyecstasyanddanger,homelessness,allhisinnerworldofimagesstoredupduringthosemanyyears.AslongashislifewasagardeninwhichsuchmagicflowersasAgnesbloomed,hehadnoreasontoplain.

  Hespentalldayoums,walkiiihinkingofAgnesandtheeveningbeforehim.Thtfallhewasbathecitywalkingtowardthecastle.Ithadgrownchilly;thehousesstaredoutofquietredwindoweyes;hemetasmalltroopofsingingboyscarryinghollowed-outturnipswithfacescarvedintothemanddlesihislittlemummeryleftastofwinterinitswake,andsmiling,Goldmundlookedafterthem.Foralongtimehestrolledaboutoutsidethecastle.Thechurchdignitarieswerestillthere;hereandtherehecouldseeapriestsilhouettedihewindows.Finallyhewasabletocreepinsideandfia,thechambermaid.AgainshehidhimileclosetroomuntilAgnesappearedandsilentlyledhimtoherroom.Tenderlyherbeautifulfacereceivedhim,tenderly,butnothappily;shewassad,worried,frightened.Hehadtotryveryhardtocheerheralittle.Slowlyhislovingwordsandkissesrestoredalittleofherfidence.

  "Howverysweetyoube,"shesaidgratefully."Youhavesuchdeepsoundsinyourthroat,mygoldenbird,whenyouretenderandchirp.Imsofondofyou,Goldmund.Ifonlywewerefarfromhere!Inolongerlikeithere.Itwillsoooanendanyhow;thethasbeencalledaway;thesillybishopwillsoourn.Thetisangrytoday.Thepriestshavehadharshwordswithhim.Oh,mydear,hemusteyesonyou!Youwouldntlivethroughthehour.Imsoafraidforyou."

  Half-lostsoundsroseinhismemory—hadntheheardthissongbefore?ThatwashowLydiausedtospeaktohim,solovinglyandfulloffear,sotender-sad.Thatshowsheusedtoetohisroomatnight,fullofloveandfear,fullofworry,ofgruesomeimages.Helikedtohearit,thattender-anguishedsong.Whatwouldlovebewithoutsecrecy?Whatwouldlovebewithoutrisk?

  GentlyhedrewAgohim,caressedher,heldherhand,hummedlowwooingsoundsintoherear,kissedhereyebrows.Ittouchedanddelightedhimtofindhershtenedandworriedbecauseofhim.Gratefullyshereceivedhiscaresses,almosthumbly.Fulloflove,shegtohim,buthermooddidnhten.

  Suddenlyshestartedasanearbydoorwasslammedandrapidstepsapproached.

  "Oh,myGod,thet!"shecriedindespair."Quickly,youescapethroughtheclosetroom.Hurry!Dorayme!"

  Shepushedhimintotheclosetroom.Hestoodalonegropiantlyinthedarkness.BehindthedoorheheardthetspeakloudlytoAgnes.Hefelthiswaythroughthedressestotheotherdoor;soundlesslyhesetobeforetheother.Hereachedthedoortothecorridorandtriedtoopenit.Andonlyatthatmoment,whenhefoundthedoorlockedfromtheoutside,didhefeelfear,didhisheartbeatwildly,painfully.Itcouldbeanunfortunatecethatsomeonehadlockedthedoorafterhecamein,buthedidnotbelieveso.Hehadwalkedintoatrap;hewaslost.Someohaveseenhimsneakiwouldcosthimhislife.Tremblioodinthedarkness,andimmediatelythoughtofAgnesslastwords:"Dorayme!"No,hewouldrayher.Hisheartpounded,butthedecisionsteadiedhim.Angrilyhechedhisteeth.

  Itallhappenedinseds.AdooropenedandthetcameinfromAgnessroom,adlestihislefthandandanuhedswordinhisright.Atthesamemoment,Goldmundhastilyscoopedupafewdressesandcoatsthatwerehangingallaroundhimandplacedthemoverhisarm.Letthemtakehimforathief—perhapsthatwasawayout.

  Thetsawhimatonce.Slowlyhecamecloser.

  "Whoareyou?Whatareyoudoinghere?Answer,orIllrunthisswordthroughyou."

  "Fiveme,"whisperedGoldmund."Imapoormanandyouaresorich!Illgiveitallback,mylord,everythingItook.Here,see!"

  Ahecoatsonthefloor.

  "Athief,eh?Itwasnotintelligentofyoutoriskyourlifeforafewoldcoats.Areyouaburgherofthecity?"

  "No,mylord,Imhomeless.Imapoorman,youllhavemercy…"

  "Silence!Iwanttoknowifperceyouwerebrazenenoughtomolestthelady.Ach,butsinceyoullbehangedanyhoonthavetopryintothat.Theftisenough."

  Violentlyhehammeredagainstthelockeddoorandcalled:"Areyouthere?Openup!"

  Thedooropenedfromtheoutside,andthreefootmenstoodinreadinesswithdrawnblades.

  "Tiehimwell,"calledthetinavoicethatcroakedwithironyandpride."Hesavagrantwhocameieal.Puthiminthedungeon,andtomorrtherascalwilldanglefromthegallows."

  Goldmundshaied;heputupance.Hewasledoff,throughthelongcorridor,dowairs,throughtheinnercourtyard,abutlercarryingatorchaheadofthem.Theystoppedinfrontofaround,iron-studdedcellardoor,shoutedandcursedbecausethekeywasnotintheloeofthefootmentookthetorchwhilethebutlerranbacktofetchthekey.Theretheystood,threearmedmenandoneboundone,waitingoutsidethedoor.TheohthelightpusheditcuriouslyontoGoldmundsface.Atthismomenttwoofthepriestswhuestsilewalkedbyonthewayfromthecastlechapel.Theystoppedinfrontofthegroup;bothlookedatthenightseattehethreefootmen,theboundmaheystoodthere,waiting.

  Goldmundnotieitherthepriestsnuards.Hecouldseenothingbutthelow,flickeringlightheldclosetohisface.Itwasblindinghiseyes.Andbehindthelight,inatwilightfullofhorror,hesawsomethingelse,somethingformless,large,ghostlike:theabyss,theeh.Withstaringeyeshestoodthere,seeingnothing,hearingnothing.Ohepriestswaswhisperingilytoohemen.Whehatthemanwasathiefandodeath,heaskedifhehadafessor.No,theysaid,hehadjustbeencaughti.

  "ThenIshallgotohiminthem,"saidthepriest."BeforeearlymassIllbringhimtheholysacramentsandhearhisfession.Youwillsweartomethathewillnotbeledawaybefore.Illspeaktothetthisveryevening.Themanmaybeathief;hestillhastherighttofessionandthesacramentslikeanyotherChristian."

  Themetradict.Theykheclericaldignitary.Hewasoheenvoys;theyhadseenhimseveraltimesatthetstable.Andbesides,whyshouldtheprantbedeprivedoffession?

  Thepriestswalkedoff.Goldmundstared.Finallythebutlercamewiththekeyandunlockedthedoor.Theprisonerwasledintoacellar,andstumbleddoweps.Acoupleofthree-leggedstoolsweresetaroundatable;itwastheanteroomofawinecellar.Theypushedastooltowardhimandtoldhimtositdown.

  "Tomorroriestisingtofessyou,"ohemensaid.Thentheyleftandcarefullylockedtheheavydoor.

  "Leavemethelight,brother,"beggedGoldmund.

  "No,fellow,youmightdomischiefwithit.Youllgetalongwithoutit.Thewisestwouldbetogetusedtothedark.Howlongdoessuchalightlastanyway?Itwouldbeoutwithinanhoodnight."

  Nowhewasaloheblaess.Hesatooolandlaidhisheadoable.Itainfultositthisway;theropearoundhiswristshurt;butthesefeeliratedhissciousnessonlymuchlater.Atfirsthemerelysat,withhisheadoableasthoughhewereabouttobedecapitated.Hefelttheurgetoimpressuponhisbodyandsenseswhathadbeenimposeduponhisheart:toaccepttheiable,toacceptdying.

  Forayhesatthatway,miserablyberyingtoacceptwhathadbeenimposeduponhim,torealizeit,tobreatheitin,andfillhimselfwithit.Itwaseveningnow.Nightwasbeginning,andtheendofthisnightwouldalsobetheendofhim.Thatwaswhathehadtorealize.Tomorrowhewouldnolongerbealive.Hewouldbehanging,aforbirdstositonandpickat.HewouldbewhatMasterNiklauswas,whatLenewasintheburned-outhut,likeallthosehehadseenpiledhighoh-carts.Itwasoacceptthat,tolethimselfbefilledwithit.Itwasabsolutelyimpossibletoacceptit.Thereweretoomanythingshehadgivenup,towhichhehadsaidgoodbye.Thehoursofthisnighthadbeengivenhimtodojustthat.

  HehadtosayfarewelltobeautifulAgnes.Neveragainwouldheseehertallfigure,herlightsunnyhair,hercoolblueeyes,thediminishingquiverofprideintheseeyes,thesoftgolddownonhersweet-smellingskin.Farewell,blueeyes,farewelllovelymouth!Hehadhopedtokissitmanytimesmore.Oh,onlythisminthehills,ieautumnsuhoughtofher,belooher,longedforher!Andhealsohadtosayfarewelltothehills,tothesun,theblueandwhite-cloudedsky,thetreesandforests,towandering,thetimesofday,theseasons.PerhapsMariewasstillsittingup,evennow:poorMariewiththegoodlovingeyesandhobbledgait,sittingandwaiting,fallingasleepiandwakingupagain,butnoGoldmundwouldeverehome.

  Oh,andhispaperanddrawingpen,andallthefigureshehadwaomake—gone,gone!AndthehopeofseeingNarcissusagain,hisdearSt.John,thattoohadtobegivenup.

  Aosayfarewelltohishands,hiseyes,tohungerandthirst,tolove,toplayie,tosleepingandwaking,toeverything.TomorrowabirdwouldflythroughtheairandGoldmundwouldnolongerseeit,agirlwouldsinginawindowandhewouldnothearhersong,theriverwouldrunandthedarkfishwouldswimsilently,thewindwouldblowaheyellowleavesontheground,thesunwouldshineandstarswouldblinkinthesky,youngmenwouldgodang,thefirstsnowwouldlieoantmountains—everythingwouldgoon,treeswouldcasttheirshadows,peoplewouldlookgayorsadoutoftheirlivingeyes,dogswouldbark,cowswouldlowinthebarnsofvillages,andallofitwithoutGoldmund.Nothingbeloohimanymore,hewasbeingdispatchedfromitall.

  Hesmelledthemsmelloftheheath;hetastedthesweetyoungwiheyoungfirmwalnuts;hismemoryspunaglowingpanoramaoftheentirecolorfulworldthroughhisoppressedheart.Inparting,alloflifesbeautifulfusionshoneoncemorethroughhissenses;griefwelledupinhimatearuponteardropfromhiseyes.Sobbing,hegaveintothewave.Histearsfloodedout;collapsing,heabandonedhimselftotheinfinitepain.Oh,valleysandwoodedmountains,brooksamonggreenelms,ohgirls,ohmoonliteveningsonthebridges,ohbeautifulradiantimageworld,howIleaveyou!Weeping,helayacrossthetable,adissolateboy.Fromthemiseryofhisheart,asigh,animplplaintrose:"Ohmother,ohmother!"

  Andashespokethismagicword,animageansweredhimfromthedepthsofhismemory,theimageofhismother.Itwasnotthefigureofhisthoughtsandartistsdreams.Itwastheimageofhisownmother,beautifulandalive,thewayhehadsincehiscloisterdays.Toherheaddressedhisprayer,toherhecriedhisunbearablesorrowathavingtodie,toherheabandonedhimself,tavetheforest,thesun,hiseyesandhands;heplacedhiswholelifeandbeingiherlyhands.

  Andsoweepinghefellasleep;exhaustionandsleepheldhimintheirarmslikeamother.Hesleptanhourortwo,esghismisery.

  Hewokeupaviolentpain.Hisboundwristsburnedhorribly;ajaggedpainshhnedback.Hehadtroublesittingup;thenhecametoandrealizedwherehewasagain.Aroundhimthedarknesswasplete.Hedidnotknowhowlonghehadslept,howmanyhourshestillhadtolive.Perhapstheydeanymomenttotakehimawaytodie.Thenherememberedthathehadbeenpromisedapriest.Hedidntthinkthatthesacramentswoulddohimmuchgood.Hedidntknowwhetherevenpleteabsolutionofhissinscouldbringhimtoheaven.Hedidntknowiftherewasaheaven,aGodthefather,ajudgment,ay.Hehadlongsiallcertitudeaboutthosethings.

  Butwhethertherewasayornot:hedidnotdesireit,hewahingbuthisinsecure,transitorylife,thisbreathing,thisbeingathomeinhisskiedtolive.Furiouslyhesatup,gropedhiswaytothewallinthedark,aothink.Therehadtobeanescape!Perhapsthepriestwastheanswer.Perhapshecouldvincehimofhisinnoce,gethimtosayagoodwordonhisbehalforhelphimsecureastayofexeakehisescape?Heweheseideasagainandagain.Iftheydidntworkhecouldnotgiveup;thegamejustcouldntbeoveryet.Firsthewouldtrytowihepriest.Hewouldtryashardashecouldtocharmhim,toenlisthiminhiscause,tovincehim,toflatterhim.Thepriestwastheonegoodcardinhishand;alltheotherpossibilitiesweredreams.Still,therewereddestiny:thehangmanmighthaveastomach-ache,thegallowsmightcollapse,someunforeseeablepossibilityofescapemightarise.InanycaseGoldmundrefusedtodie;hehadvainlytriedtoaccepthisfate,andhecouldnot.Hewouldresist,hewouldstruggle,hedtriptheguard,hedattackthehangman,hewouldfightforhislifetothelastmoment,witheverydropofbloodinhim.Oh,ifhecouldonlypersuadethepriesttountiehishands!Agreatdealwouldbegained.

  Inthemearied,inspiteofthepain,toworkattheropeswithhisteeth.Withfuriousefforthesucceeded,afteracruellylongtime,inmakingthemseemalittlelooser.Pantioodinthenightofhisprison,hisswollenarmsandhandshurtingterribly.Whenhehadgottenhisbreathagain,hecreptalongthewall,stepbystep,explthehumidcellarwallforaprotrudingedge.Thenherememberedthestepsoverwhichhehadstumbleddownintothisdungeon.Hefoundthem.Hekandtriedtorubtheropeagainsttheedgeofohestowasdifficult.Againandagainhiswristsinsteadoftheropehitthestoheyburnedlikefireahisbloodflow.Buthedidnotgiveup.Whenamiserablestripofgraymwasvisiblebetweenthedoorandthesill,hehadsucceeded.Theropehadbeenrubbedthrough;hecouldu;hishandswerefree!Butafterwardshecouldhardlymoveafinger.Hishandswereswollenandlifeless,andhisarmswerestiffwithcrampsallthetotheshoulders.Hehadtoexercisethem.Heforcedhimselftomovethem,tomakethebloodstreamthroughthemagain.Nolanthatseemedgoodtohim.

  Ifhecouldnotsucceedinpersuadingthepriesttohelphim,wellthen,iftheyleftthemanalohhimevenfortheshortesttime,hehadtokillhim.Hecoulddoitwithohestools.Hecouldnlehim,henolongerhadenoughstrengthinhishandsandarms.Firstbeatthepriesttodeath,quicklyslipintohisrobesandflee!Whehersfoundthedeadman,hedhavetobeoutsidethecastle,andthenrun,run.Mariewouldlethiminandhidehim.Theplanwouldwork.

  NeverinhislifehadGoldmundwatchedthegrayishbeginningwithsuchattention,longedforitafearedit.Quiveringwithtensionaerminatiochedthemiserablestripoflightuhedrowingslowlylighter.Hewalkedbacktothetableandpracticedcrougooolwithhishaweenhis

  khatthemissingropeswouldicedimmediately.Sincehishandshadbeenfreed,henolongerbelievedinhisdeath.Hewasdetermiogetthrough,evenifthewholeworldhadtobesmashedintheprocess.Hewasdetermioliveatanycost.Hisnosequiveredwitheagernessforfreedomandlife.Andwhocouldtell,perhapssomeoheoutsidewouldetohisaid?Agneswasawoman.Herpowerdidnotreachveryfar,norperhapsdidherce;anditossiblethatshewouldabandonhim.Butshelovedhim;perhapsshecoulddosomethingforhim.PerhapsherchambermaidBertawashoutsidethedoor—andwasnttherealsoagroomshethoughtshecouldtrust?Andifnobodyappearedandnosignwasgivenhim,well,thehroughwithhisplan.Ifitdidnotsucceed,hedkilltheguardswiththestool,twoorthreeofthem,asmanyascamein.Hewascertainofoneadvantage:hiseyeshadgrownacedtothedarkcellar.Hennizedinstinctivelyalltheshapesandshadowsiwilight,whereastheotherswouldbepletelyblindforthefirstfewmileast.

  Feverishlyhecrouchedatthetable,thinkingcarefullywhathewouldsaytothepriesttowinhisassistance,becausethatshowhehadtobegin.Atthesametimeheeagerlywatchedthemodestswellingoflighti.Nowhelongeddesperatelyforthemomenthehadsodreadedho.Hecouldhardlywait;theterribletensionwouldnotbebearablemuger.Hisstrength,hisvigilance,hispowerofdecisionwouldgraduallydiminish.Theguardhadtoesoonwiththepriest,whilehistautreadiness,hisdeterminedwilltobesavedwasstillintheblossomingstage.

  Finallytheworldoutsideawakeheenemyapproached.Stepsresouhepavementinthecourt,akeyushedintothelodturned:eachsoundboomedoutlikethuerthelohlysilence.

  Slowlytheheavydooropenedaslit,creakingonitshinges.Apriestcamein,alohoutaguard,carryingadlestickwithtwodles.Thiswasnotatallwhattheprisonerhadimagined.

  Helymoving:thepriestwhohadentered,behindwhominvisiblehandspulledthedoorshut,worethehabitofMariabronn,thewell-known,familiarhabitthatAbbotDaniel,FatherAnselm,andFatherMartinhadonceworn!

  Thesightstabbedathisheart;hehadtolookaerhapsthehabitofthiscloisterwasthepromiseofsomethingfriendly,agoodomen.Butthenagainperhapsmurderwasstilltheonlywayout.Hechedhisteeth.Itwouldbehardforhimtokillthisfriar.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读

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