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Never had the peaceful atmosphere of the old Cistercian house been so rudely ruffled.Never had there been insurrection so sudden, so short, and so successful. Yet the AbbotBerghersh was a man of too firm a grain to allow one bold outbreak to imperil the settledorder of his great household. In a few hot and bitter words, he compared their falsebrother's exit to the expulsion of our first parents from the garden, and more than hintedthat unless a reformation occurred some others of the community might find themselves inthe same evil and perilous case. Having thus pointed the moral and reduced his flock to afitting state of docility, he dismissed them once more to their labors and withdrew himselfto his own private chamber, there to seek spiritual aid in the discharge of the duties of hishigh office.The Abbot was still on his knees, when a gentle tapping at the door of his cell broke inupon his orisons.Rising in no very good humor at the interruption, he gave the word to enter; but his lookof impatience softened down into a pleasant and paternal smile as his eyes fell upon hisvisitor.He was a thin-faced, yellow-haired youth, rather above the middle size, comely and wellshapen, with straight, lithe figure and eager, boyish features. His clear, pensive gray eyes, and quick, delicate expression, spoke of a nature which had unfolded far from theboisterous joys and sorrows of the world. Yet there was a set of the mouth and aprominence of the chin which relieved him of any trace of effeminacy. Impulsive he mightbe, enthusiastic, sensitive, with something sympathetic and adaptive in his disposition; butan observer of nature's tokens would have confidently pledged himself that there wasnative firmness and strength underlying his gentle, monk-bred ways.The youth was not clad in monastic garb, but in lay attire, though his jerkin, cloak andhose were all of a sombre hue, as befitted one who dwelt in sacred precincts. A broadleather strap hanging from his shoulder supported a scrip or satchel such as travellerswere wont to carry. In one hand he grasped a thick staff pointed and shod with metal, whilein the other he held his coif or bonnet, which bore in its front a broad pewter medalstamped with the image of Our Lady of Rocamadour.

Product Details
ISBN: 9798558685282
Publisher: Independently Published
Publication Date: November 4th, 2020
Pages: 272
Language: English