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  "PraisedbetheLord,"saidthepriestandplacedthedlestithetable.Goldmundmurmuredtherespoaringstraightahead.

  Thepriestsaidnothiedandsaidnothing,untilGoldmundgrewrestlessandsearglyraisedhiseyestothemaninfrontofhim.

  Thisman,henowsawtohisfusion,wasnotonlywearingthehabitofthefathersofMariabronn,healsoworetheinsigniaoftheofficeofAbbot.

  AndnowhelookedintotheAbbotsface.Itwasabonyface,firmly,clearlycut,withverythinlips.Itwasafaceheknew.Asthoughspellbound,Goldmundlookedintothisfacethatseemedpletelyformedbymindandwill.Withunsteadyhandhereachedforthedlestick,lifteditaclosertothestraoseehiseyes.Hesawthemandthedlestickshookinhishandasheputitbathetable.

  "Narcissus!"hewhisperedalmostinaudibly.Thecellarbegantospinaroundhim.

  "Yes,Goldmund,IusedtobeNarcissus,butIabahatnamealongtimeago;youveprobablyfotten.SihedayItookthevows,mynamehasbeenJohn."

  Goldmundwasshakentotherootsofhisbeing.Thewholeworldhadged,andthesuddencollapseofhissuperhumaneffortthreateochokehim.Hetrembled;dizzinessmadehisheadfeellikeaybladder;hisstomatracted.Behindhiseyessomethingburnedlikescaldingsobs.Heloosinkintohimself,todissolveintears,tofaint.

  Butawarningrosefromthedepthsofthememoriesofhisyouth,thememoriesthatthesightofNarcissushadjuredup:once,asaboy,hehadcried,hadlethimselfgoinfrontofthisbeautiful,strictface,thesedarkomnisteyes.Hecouldhatagain.Likeaghost,Narcissushadreappearedatthestramomentofhislife,probablytosavehislife—andnowhewasabouttobreakintosobsinfrontofhimagain,orfaint?No,no,rolledhimself.Hesubduedhisheart,forcedhisstomachtobecalm,willedthedizzinessoutofhishead.Hecouldnotshowanyweaknessnow.

  Inanartificiallytrolledvoice,hemaosay:"YoumustpermitmetogooncallingyouNarcissus."

  "Do,myfriend.Anddontyouwanttoshakemyhand?"

  AgainGoldmunddominatedhimself.Withaboyishlystubborn,slightlyironie,liketheonehehadoccasionallytakeninhisstudentdays,heforcedoutananswer.

  "Fiveme,Narcissus,"hesaidcoldlyandatrifleblasé."IseethatyouhavebeeAbbot.ButImstillavagrant.Andbesides,ourversation,asmuchasIdesireit,wontunfortunatelylastverylong.Because,Narcissus,Ivebeeehegallows,andinanhour,orsooner,Illprobablybehanged.Isaythisonlytoclarifythesituationforyou."

  Narcissussexpressiondidnotge.Hewasmuchamusedbytheboyishboastingstreakinhisfriendsattitudeandatthesametimetouched.ButheuoodandkeenlyappreciatedthepridethatkeptGoldmundfromcollapsingtearfullyagainsthischest.He,too,hadimagiheirreuniondifferently,buthehadnoobjewhatsoevertothislittleedy.Goldmundcouldnothavecharmedhiswaybatohisheartanyfaster.

  "Wellyes,"hesaid,withthesamepretendedcasualness."ButIreassureyouaboutthegallows.Youvebeenpardoned.Ihavebeeotellyouthat,andtotakeyouawaywithme.Becauseyouaininthiscity.Sowellhaveplentyoftimetochatwitheachother.Nowwillyoushakemyhand?"

  Theyshookhands,holdingonforalongtime,pressinghardandfeelingdeeplymoved,buttheirwordsstayedbrittleandplayfulforawhilelonger.

  "Fine,Narcissus,letsleavethisscarcelyhonorableretreat,andIlljoinyourretinue.Areyoutravelingbaariabronn?Youare.Wonderful.How?Onhorseback?Splendid.Thenitwillbeaquestioingahorseforme."

  "Wellgetahorseforyou,amicus,andintwohourswellbeonourway.Oh,butpeoyourhands!Forheavenssake,theyarepletelyrawandswollen,andbleeding!Oh,Goldmund,whathavetheydooyou!"

  "Nevermind,Narcissus.Ididthattomyhandsmyself.TheyhadtiedmeupandIhadtogetfree.Itwasnteasy.Besides,itwasratherceousofyoutoeihoutanescort."

  "Whyceous?Therewasnodanger."

  "Oh,onlytheslightdangerofbeingmurderedbyme.BecausethatswhatIhadplaodo.Theyhadtoldmeapriestwoulde.Idhavemurderedhimandfledinhisrobes.Agoodplan."

  "Youdidntwanttodiethen?Youwaofight?"

  "IndeedIdid.OfcourseIcouldhardlyguessthatthepriestwouldbeyou."

  "Still,"Narcissussaidhesitantly,"thatwasaratheruglyplan.Wouldyoureallyhavebeencapableofmurderingapriestwhodetofessyou?"

  "Notyou,Narcissus,ofcourse,andprobablynopriestwhoworethehabitofMariabronn.Butanyotherkindofpriest,yes,Iassureyou."Suddenlyhisvoicegrewsadanddark."ItwouldnothavebeenthefirstmanIvemurdered."

  Theyweresilent.Bothfeltembarrassed.

  "Well,welltalkaboutthatsomeothertime,"Narcissussaidinacoolvoice."Youfesstomesomeday,ifyoufeellikeit.Oryoutellmeaboutyourlife.I,too,havethisandthattotellyou.Imlookingforwardtoit.Shallwego?"

  "Onemomentmore,Narcissus!Ijustrememberedsomething:IdidcallyouJohnoncebefore."

  "Idontuand."

  "No,ofcourseyoudont.Howcouldyou?Ithappenedquiteanumberofyearsago.IgaveyouthenameJohnanditwillbeyournameforever.Iwasforatimeacarverandasculptor,andIthinkIdliketobeeoneagain.ThefirststatueIcarvedinthosedayswasawooden,life-sizedisciplewithyourface,butitsnameisnotNarcissus,itisJohn,aSt.Johhecross."

  Heroseandwalkedtothedoor.

  "Soyoudidthinkofme?"Narcissusaskedsoftly.Goldmundansweredjustassoftly:"Ohyes,Narcissus,Ihavethoughtofyou.Always,always."

  Hegavetheheavycellardoorastrongpush,andthefalllookedin.Theyspokenomore.Narcissustookhimtohisguestchamber.Thereayoungmonk,hispanion,wasbusyreadyingthebaggage.Goldmundwasgivenfood,andhishandswashedandbandaged.Soonthehorseswerebroughtout.

  Mounting,Goldmundsaid:"Ihaveonemorerequest.Letuspassbythefishmarket;Ihaveanerrandthere."

  TheyrodeoffandGoldmundlookedupateverycastlewindowtoseeifAgnesmightperhapsbevisible.Hedidnotseeher.Theyrodetothefishmarket;Mariehadworriedagreatdealabouthim.Hebadefarewelltoherandtoherparents,thahemathousandtimes,promisedtoebaeday,androdeoff.Mariestoodinthedoorwayofherhouseuntiltheriderswereoutofsight.Slowlyshelimpedbaside.

  Theyrodefourabreast:Narcissus,Goldmund,theyoungmonk,andanarmedgroom.

  "DoyoustillremembermylittlehorseBless?"Goldmundasked."Hewasinyourstableatthecloister."

  "Certainly.Butyouwontfindhimthereanymore,andyouprobablydidntexpectto.Itsbeeseveyearssiodoawaywithhim."

  "Andyourememberthat?"

  "Ohyes,Iremember."

  GoldmundwasnotsadaboutBlesssdeath.HewasgladthatNarcissusknewsomuchaboutBless,Narcissuswhohadnevercaredaboutanimalsandprobablyhadneverknownanothercloisterhorsebyhatmadehimveryglad.

  "Withallthepeopleinyourcloister,"hebeganagain,"youlllaughatmeforaskingfirstaboutthatpoorlittlehorse.Itwasntnie.ActuallyIhadwaoaskaboutsomethingelseentirely,aboutourAbbotDaniel.ButIsupposethatheisdeadsinceyouarehissuccessor.AndIdidntiospeakonlyofdeathtobeginwith.Imnotwellinedtowarddeathatthemoment,becauseoflastnight,andalsobecauseoftheplague,ofwhichIsawaltogethertoomuch.Butnowthatwereonthesubjedsincewellhavetospeakaboutitsometime,tellmewhenandhowAbbotDanieldied.IreveredhimverymudtellmealsoifFatherAnselmandFatherMartiillalive.Impreparedfortheworst.ButImgladtheplaguesparedyouatleast.Ineverimagihatyoumighthavedied;Ifirmlybelievedthatwewouldmeetagain.Butbeliefdeceive,asIwasunfortunateenoughtolearnbyexperience.IcouldnotimagimymasterNiklaus,theimagecarver,wouldbedeadeither;Itedonseeinghimagainandwwithhimagaiheless,hewasdeadwhenIgotthere."

  "Allisquicklytold,"saidNarcissus."AbbotDanieldiedeightyearsago,withoutillnessorpain.Iamnothissuccessor;IvebeenAbbotonlyforayear.FatherMartinwashissuccessor,theformerheadofourschool.Hediedlastyear;hewasalmostseventy.AndFatherAnselmisnolohuseither.Hewasfondofyou,heoftenspokeofyou.Duringhislastyearshecouldnolongerwalkatall,andlyinginbedwasagreattorturetohim;hediedofdropsy.Yes,aoohadtheplague;manydied.Letsnotspeakofit.Haveyouanyotherquestions?"

  "Certainly,manymore.Mostofall:howdoyouhappentobehereinthebishopscityatthegovernorspalace?"

  "Thatisalongstory,andyoudbeboredwithit;itisamatterofpolitics.ThetisafavoriteoftheEmperorandhisexeanymatters,andatthismomenttherearemanythingstobesetthtsbetweentheEmperorandiousorder.Iwasohedelegatessenttotreatwiththet.Oursuccesswassmall."

  HefellsilentandGoldmundaskednothingmore.Hehadoknowthatlastnight,whenNarcissushadpleadedfoldmundslife,thatlifehadbeenpaidforwithanumberofcessionstotheruthlesst.

  Theyrode;Goldmundsooiredandhaddifficultystayinginthesaddle.

  AfteralongwhileNarcissusasked:"Butisittruethatyouwerearrestedfortheft?Thetsaidyouhadsotheinnerroomsofthecastle,whereyouwerecaughtstealing."

  Goldmundlaughed."Well,itreallylookedasthoughIwereathief.ButIhadameetingwiththetsmistress;hedoubtlesskhat,too.Imsurprisedthatheletmegoatall."

  "Well,hewasntabovealittlebargaining."

  Theycouldnotcoverthedistaheyhadsetthemselvesforthatday.Goldmundwastooexhausted;hishandscouldnolongerholdthereins.Theytookroomsinavillageforthenight;heuttobedrunningaslightfever,andtheykepthimiheday,too.Butthenhewasstrongenoughtorideon.Soonhishandswerehealedandhebegantoenjoyriding.Howlongsincehehadlastridden!Hecametolifeagain,grewyoungandanimated,rodemanyaracewiththegroom,andduringhoursofversationassaultedhisfriendNarcissuswithhundredsofimpatieions.Calmly,yetjoyously,Narcissusresponded.AgainhewascharmedbyGoldmund.Helovedthesevehement,childlikequestions,allaskedwithunlimitedfidenhisownabilitytoahem.

  "Oion,Narcissus:didyoualsoburnJews?"

  "BurnJews?Howcouldwe?TherearenoJewswhereweare."

  "Allright.Buttellme:wouldyoubecapableJews?aginesuchapossibility?"

  "No,whyshouldI?Doyoutakemeforafanatic?"

  "Uandme,Narcissus.Imean:agi,iaincircumstances,youmightgivetheordertokillJews,orsenttotheirbeingkilled?Somanydukes,mayors,bishops,andotherauthoritiesdidgivesuchorders."

  "Iwouldnotgiveahatkind.OherhanditisceivablethatImighthavetowitnessandtoleratesuchcruelty."

  "Youdtolerateitthen?"

  "Certainly,ifIhadnopowertopreventit.YouprobablysawsomeJewsbeingburned,didntyou,Goldmund?"

  "Idid."

  "Well,anddidyoupreventit?Youdidnt.Yousee."

  GoldmundtoldthestoryofRebekkaidetail;hegreassioellingit.

  "Andso,"hecludedviolently,"whatisthisworldinwhichwearemadetolive?Isitnothell?Isitinganddisgusting?"

  "Certainly,thatshowtheworldis."

  "Ah!"Goldmundcriedwithindignation."AndhowoftenyoutoldmethattheworldwasdivihatitwasagreatharmonyofcircleswiththeCreatorenthronedinitsmidst,thatwhatexistedwasgood,andsoforth.YoutoldmeAristotlehadsaidso,orSaintThomas.Imeagertohearyouexplairadi."

  Narcissuslaughed.

  "Yourmemoryissurprising,ahasdeceivedyouslightly.IhavealwaysadoredourCreatorasperfect,butneverhiscreation.Ihaveneverdeheevilintheworld.Notruethinkerhaseveraffirmedthatlifeohisharmoniousandjust,orthatmanisgood,mydearfriend.Orary.TheHolyBibleexpresslystatesthatthestrivingsanddoingsofmaareevil,andeverydayweseethisfirmedanew."

  "Verygood.AtlastIseewhatyoulearnedmenmean.Somanisevil,andlifeohisfullofuglinessandtrickery—youadmitit.Butsomewherebehindallthat,inyourthoughtsandbooks,justidperfeexist.Theyexist,theybeproved,butonlyiftheyaretouse."

  "Youhavestoredupagreatdealofangeragainstustheologians,dearfriend!Butyouhavestillnotbeeathinker;youvegotitalltopsy-turvy.Youstillhaveafewthingstolearn.Butwhydoyousaywedontputjusticetouse?Wedothateveryday,everyhour.I,forinstance,amanabbotandIgovernacloister.Lifeinthiscloisterisjustasimperfedfullofsinasitisintheworldoutside.AwestantlysettheideaofjusticeagainstinalsinandtrytomeasureourimperfectlivesbyitandtrytocorrectevilandputourselvesineverlastiionshipwithGod."

  "Allright,Narcissus.Idontmeanyou,nordidImeanthatyouwerenotagoodabbot.ButImthinkingofRebekka,oftheburhemassburials,theGreatDeath,ofthealleysandroomsfullofstinkingcorpses,ofallthegruesomelooting,thehaggard,abandonedchildren,ofdogsstarvedtodeathontheirs—ahinkofallthataheseimagesbeforeme,theachesanditseemstomethatourmothershaveborneusintoahopeless,cruel,devilishworld,andthatitwouldbebetteriftheyhadneverceived,ifGodhadnotcreatedthishorribleworld,iftheSaviourhadhimselfbehecrossinvain."

  NarcissusgaveGoldmundafriendlynod.

  "Youarequiteright,"hesaidwarmly."Goahead,sayitall,getitallout.Butihingyouarequitewrong:youthinkthatthethingsyouhavesaidarethoughts.Butactuallytheyarefeelings.Theyarethefeelingsofamanpreoccupiedwiththehorroroflife,andyoumustnetthatthesesad,desperateemotionsarebalancedbypletelydifferentones!Whenyoufeelhappyonahorse,ridingthroughaprettylandscape,orwhenyousneaksomewhatrecklesslyintoacastleatnighttocourtatsmistress,thentheworldlooksaltogetherdifferenttoyou,andnoplague-strihouseorburnedJereventyoufromfulfillingyourdesire.Isthatnotso?"

  "Certainlythatisso.Becausetheworldissofullofdeathandhorror,Itryagainandagaintoyheartandtopicktheflowersthatgrowinthemidstofhell.Ifindbliss,andforanhourIfetthehorror.Butthatdoeshatitdoes."

  "Youexpressedthatverywell.Soyoufindyourselfsurroundedbydeathandhorrorintheworld,andyouescapeitintolust.Butlusthasnoduration;itleavesyouagaininthedesert."

  "Yes,thatstrue."

  "Mostpeoplefeelthatway,butonlyafewfeelitwithsuchsharpnessandviolenceasyoudo;fewfeeltheobeeawareofthesefeelings.Buttellme:besidesthisdesperateingandgoiweenlustandhorror,besidesthisseesawbetweenlustforlifeandsadnessofdeath—haveyoutriednootherroad?"

  "Ohyes,ofcourseIhave.Ivetriedart.Ivealreadytoldyouthat,amongotherthings,Ialsobecameanartist.Oneday,whenIhadroamedtheworldforthreeyearsperhaps,wanderingalmostallthetime,Isawawoodenmadonnainacloisterchurch.Itwassobeautiful,thesightmovedmesodeeply,thatIaskedthehesculptorwhocarveditandsearchedforhim.Ifoundhim,hewasafamousmaster;Ibecamehisapprentidworkedwithhimforafewyears."

  "Youlltellmemoreaboutthatlater.Butwhathasartmeanttoyou,whathasartbroughttoyou?"

  "Itwastheoveringofthetransitory.Isawthatsomethingremaihefoolsplay,thedeathdananlife,somethinglasting:worksofart.Theytoowillprobablyperishsomeday;theyllburnorcrumbleorbedestroyed.Still,theyoutlastmanyhumaheyformasilentempireofimagesandrelicsbeyondthefleetingmoment.Toworkatthatseemsgoodandftome,becauseitalmostsucceedsinmakiransitoryeternal."

  "Ilikethatverymuund.Ihopeyouwillagainmakebeautifulstatues;myfidenyourstrengthisgreat.IhopeyouwillbemyguestinMariabronnforalongtimeametosetupaworkshopforyou;ourcloisterhaslongsincebeenwithoutanartist.ButIdonotthinkyourdefinitionquiteenpassedthemiracleofart.Ibelievethatartismorethansalvagingsomethingmortalfromdeathandtransfitintostone,wood,andcolor,sothatitlastsalittlelonger.Ihaveseenmanyworksofart,manyasaintandmanyamadonna,whichdidomemerelyfaithfulcopiesofaspecificpersonwhooncelivedandwhoseshapesorcolorstheartisthaspreserved."

  "Yhtinthat,"Goldmundcriedeagerly."Ididntthinkyouweresowellinformedaboutart!Thebasicimageofagoodworkofartisnotareal,livingfigure,althoughitmayinspireit.Thebasicimageisnotfleshandblood;itismind.Itisanimagethathasitshomeiistssoul.Ioo,Narcissus,suchimagesarealive,whichIhopetoexpressonedayandshowtoyou."

  "Howlovely!Andnow,mydearGoldmund,youhavestrayedunknowinglyintophilosophyandhaveexpressedossecrets."

  "Youremogme."

  "Ohno.Youspokeofbasicimages,ofimagesthatexistnowhereexceptinthecreativemind,butwhiberealizedandmadevisibleinmatter.Longbeforeafigurebeesvisibleandgaiy,itexistsasanimageiistssoul.Thisimagethen,thisbasicimage,isexactlywhattheoldphilosopherscallanidea."

  "Yes,thatsoundsquiteplausible."

  "Well,andnowthatyouhavepledgedyourselftoideasandtobasicimages,youareonmind-ground,intheworldofphilosophersandtheologians,andyouadmitthat,attheterofthefused,painfulbattlefieldoflife,attheteroftheendlessandmeaninglessdeathdanceoffleshlyexistehereexiststhecreativemind.Look,Ihavealwaysaddressedmyselftothismindinyou,eversinetomeasaboy.Inyou,thismindisnotthatofathithatofanartist.Butitismind,anditisthemindthatwillshowyouthewayoutoftheblurredfusionoftheworldofthesenses,outoftheeternalseesawbetweenlustanddespair.Ah,mydearfriend,Iamhappytohaveheardthisfessionfromyou.Ihavewaitedforit—sihedayyouleftyourteaarcissusandfoundthecetobeyourself.Nowwebefriendsanew."

  ItseemedtoGoldmundthathislifehadbeengivenameaning.Foramomentitwasasthoughhewerelookingdownonitfromabove,clearlyseeingitsthreebigsteps:hisdependenarcissusandhisawakening;thentheperiodoffreedomandwandering;andnowthereturn,therefle,thebeginningofmaturityandharvest.

  Thevisionfadedagain.ButhehadfoundafittiionshiptoNarcissus.Itwasnolongerarelationshipofdependeoneofequalityandreciprocity.Hecouldbetheguestofthissuperiormindwithouthumiliation,siheothermanhadgivenreitiontothecreativepowerinhim.Duringtheirjourneyhelookedforwardwithincreasingeagerorevealinghimselftohim,tomakinghisinnerworldvisibletohiminworksofimages.Butsometimeshealsoworried.

  "Narcissus,"hewarned,"Imafraidyoudontknowwhomyourebringingintoyourcloister.Imnomonk,nordoIwishtobeeone.Iknowthethreemainvows.Igladlyacceptpoverty,butIloveherchastitynorobediehesevirtuesdontseemverymanlytome.AndIhavenothingatallleftofpiety.Ihaventfessedorprayedortakenunioninyears."

  Narcissusremainedcalm."Youseemtohavebeeapagan.Butwearenotafraidofthat.Youprideyourselfanylongeronyourmanysins.Youhavelivedtheusuallifeoftheworld.Youhaveherdedswineliketheprodigalson;younolongerknowwhatlawandordermean.Surelyyoudmakeaverybadmonk.ButImnotinvitingyoutoeheorder;Immerelyinvitingyoutobeuestandtosetupaworkshopforyourselfinourcloister.Ahingmore:dontfetthat,duringyouradolestyears,itakenedyouayougointotheworldlylife.Whateverhasbeeofyou,goodorbad,ismyresponsibilityaswellasyours.Iwanttoseewhathasbeeofyou;youwillshowme,inwords,inlife,inyourworks.Afteryouhaveshownme,ifIfindthatourhouseisnoplaceforyou,Ishallbethefirsttoaskyoutoleaveagain."

  Goldmundwasfullofadmiratioimehisfriendspokeinthismanner,wheedtheabbot,withquietassurandahintofmockeryofpeopleandlifeintheworld,becausethenhesawwhatNarcissushadbee:aman.True,amanofthemindandofthechurch,withdelicatehandsandascholarsface,butamanfullofassurandce,aleader,onewhoboreresponsibility.ThismanNarcissuswasnoloheadolestofoldtimes,nolentle,devotedSt.JohedtocarvethisnewNarcissus,themanly,knightlyNarcissus.Manystatuesawaitedhim:Narcissus,AbbotDaniel,FatherAnselm,MasterNiklaus,beautifulRebekka,beautifulAgnes,andstillothers,friendsandenemies,aliveanddead.No,hedidnotwanttobeeabrotheroftheorder,orapiousorlearnedmaedtomakestatues,ahoughtthathisyouthfulhomewastobethehomeoftheseworksmadehimhappy.

  Theyrodethroughthechilloflateautumn,andoneday,onamwhenthebaretreeshungthickwithfrost,theyrodeacrossawiderollinglandofdesertedreddishmoors,andthelongsofhillslookedstrangelyfamiliar,andthencameahighelmwoodandalittlestreamandanoldbarnatthesightofwhiubegantoahappyanguish.HereizedthehillsacrosswhichhehadonceriddenwiththeknightsdaughterLydia,ahacrosswhichhehadwalkedthatdayofthinlyfallingsnow,banishedanddeeplysad.Theelmclumpsemerged,andthemill,ale.Withparticularpainhereizedthewindowofthewritingroominwhichhehadthen,duringhislegendaryyouth,correctedtheknightsLatinandheardhimtellofhispilgrimage.Theyrodeintothecourtyard;itwasoheregularstoppingplacesofthejourney.GoldmundaskedtheAbbotnottotellaherehisolethimeatwiththeservants,asthegroomdid.ThatshowitwasarraheoldknightwasnolohereaherwasLydia,butafewoftheoldhuntersandservaillpartofthehousehold,andileaverybeautiful,proud,anddomineeringnoblewoman,Julie,livedandreigherhusbandsside.Shestilllookedwonderfullybeautiful,andalittleevil.hershenortheservantsreizedGoldmund.Afterthemeal,inthefadinglightofeveninghecreptintothegarden,lookedoverthefehealreadywinteryflowerbeds,crepttothestabledoorandlookedinonthehorses.Hesleptorawwiththegroom,andmemoriesweighedheavilyonhischest;heawakenedmanytimes.Scatteredandiile,thesesofhislifestretchedoutbehindhim,rimagnifitimagesbutbrokeninsomanypieces,sopoorinvalue,sopoorihem,astheyrodeaway,helookedanxiouslyuptothewindows.PerhapshecouldcatlimpseofJulie.AfewdaysagohehadlookedjustasanxiouslyuptothewindowsofthebishopspalacetoseeifAgnesmightnotappear.Shehadnotshownherself,aherdidJulie.Hiswholelifehadbee,itseemedtohim.Sayingfarewell,esg,beingfotten;findinghimselfaloneagain,withemptyhandsandafroze.Hefeltlikethatthroughouttheday,sittinggloomilyinthesaddle,notspeakingatall.Narcissuslethimbe.

  Butnowtheyroagtheirgoal,andafterafewdaystheyhadreachedit.Shortlybeforetowerandroofsofthecloisterbecamevisible,theyrodeacrossthefallowstonyfieldsinwhichhehad,ohsolongago,gatheredJohns-wortforFatherAnselm,wherethegypsyLisehadmadeamanofhim.AndnowtheyrodethroughthegatesofMariabronnanddismounteduheItalianuttree.TenderlyGoldmundtouchedthetrunkandstoopedtopickupoheprickly,splithusksthatlayontheground,brownandwithered.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读

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