"The king being restored, I restored to Monk his man of business, a little plucked, it is true, but, in short, I restored him. And still further " "Ah! ah!" said the auxiliaries, "is there still more?" "A mere trifle.
Know you not, that he who robs the Church robs God himself?" "And he who harms God's people," put in the monk from behind the chair, "harms his Maker." "His Maker?" said the lad, with concentrated bitterness. "It would be a gay world, if the Maker thereof were in any way like unto you, who call yourselves his people.
They remained motionless as the monk came towards them; but he saw that his father's face was working and that his eyes were wide and anxious. "Thank God," said the old man softly. "I am in time. They are coming to-night, Chris." But there was a questioning look on his face. Chris looked at him. "Will you take the horses?" said his father again. "Nick and I are safe."
Still, Agaric was in a position to carry on a formidable conspiracy. At that epoch, when the clergy guided the superior classes of the Penguins, this monk exercised a tremendous influence over the aristocracy of Alca. All the young men whom he had brought up waited only for a favourable moment to march against the popular power.
So soon as the abbot had gone, I went to the bridge to await the blessed angel, who seemed to have been sent from Soleure with the express purpose of delivering me from the temptation to become a monk, which the devil had put into my heart. Standing on the bridge I built many a fine castle in Spain, and about six in the evening I had the pleasure of seeing my fair traveller once more.
The piteous appeal went to the heart of the monk, and he knelt down, and by the aid of a small lamp, examined the wounds of the sufferer. "Thou mayst yet live, my son," he said; "tell me where is thy home; is it in Mercia?" "It is! it is! My home is Aescendune; it is not far from here." "Aescendune knowest thou Father Cuthbert?" "I do indeed; he was my tutor, once my spiritual father."
The monk uttering these words in choler, as he passed under a walnut-tree, in his way towards the causey, he broached the vizor of his helmet on the stump of a great branch of the said tree.
The monk takes off the wet garments; he rubs the stiff, cold hands; he speaks kind words to the stranger, and gives him something warm to drink. Meanwhile, the good dog lies down on the floor, looking with his big, kind eyes at the wayfarer, and seems to say, "I'm glad I found you and brought you here to my master.
A Flemish chronicler, a monk at Egmont, describes the character of Philip the Bold's successor in the following words: "A certain King of France, also named Philip, eaten up by the fever of avarice and cupidity." And that was not the only fever inherent in Philip IV., called The Handsome; he was a prey also to that of ambition, and, above all, to that of power.
A peasant approached with great curiosity, and exclaimed, "but, reverend father, I see nothing." "Egad, I believe it" replied the monk, "for I have shown the hair for twenty years, and have not yet beheld it myself."