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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Princess, I will hold nothing back." "And I, Sergius God witnessing for me will speak to each denunciation thou givest me." "There were two matters in the Hegumen's mind," Sergius began, but struck with the abruptness, he added apologetically: "I pray you, Princess, remember I speak at your insistence, and that I am not in any sense an accuser.
Let us now shift the scene to the Monastery of the St. James'. It is eight o'clock in the morning about the time the empty sedan was being brought to the Prince's house. Sergius had been hearkening for the Hegumen's bell, and at the moment we look in upon him, he is with the venerable superior, helping him to breakfast, if a meal so frugal deserves the name.
"Yes," said Sergius, with an emphatic gesture, "there are who live martyrs all their days, reserving nothing for death but to bring them their crowns." The manner of the utterance, and the thought compelled the Hegumen's notice. "My son," he said, presently, "thou hast a preacher's power. I wish I foreknew thy future. But I must haste or" "Nay, Father, permit me to help you recline again."
There was scarcely an attempt to conceal the sneer with which the young man glanced at the brown loaf gracing the platter on the Hegumen's knees.
They cannot be tolerated.... I can no more the night was too much for me. Go, I pray, and order wine and food. To-morrow or when thou comest again and delay not, for I love thee greatly we will return to the subject." Sergius saw the dew gathering on the Hegumen's pallid forehead, and observed his failing voice.
Suddenly he was struck with the impolicy of presenting himself to the cistern-keeper in his present costume it would be such a help to identification by Demedes. So he continued on to the monastery, and resumed the black gown and tall hat. The Hegumen's door, which he had to pass in going out again, served him with another admonition.
The Princess Irene, her property and dependents, were subjects of protection by the Moslem; that much was clear; but did she know the fact? Had she seen the Prince? Then the Hegumen's criticism upon the persistence with which she kept her residence here, a temptation to the brutalized unbeliever on the other shore, derived a point altogether new.
Going down the darkened passage, he glanced behind him, and saw the Greek outside the door; and when he came back with the Hegumen's breakfast, and reentered the apartment, he brushed by him still on the outside.
He kissed the Hegumen's hand and retired; after which, the meal speedily concluded, Sergius gathered the few articles of service on the platter, and raised it, but stopped to say: "After prayers, with your consent, reverend Father, I will take part in this affair." "Thou hast my consent." "It may take several days." "Give thyself all the time required. The errand is of mercy."
They gave him the tongs, and at the first plunge he grappled the body, and commenced raising it. They crowded closer around him, awe-struck yet silently praying: Holy Mother, grant it be any but the Hegumen's son! A white hand, the fingers gay with rings, appeared above the water.
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