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This time the warning hiss had not been in vain. The monk who watched from the head of the stairs turned
solemnly and bowed toward the fifth monk on the landing below.
“In principio Deus,” he said softly.
The fifth monk turned and bowed toward the fourth monk at the foot of the stairs. “Caelum et terram
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The fourth monk turned toward the three who lounged behind the machine. “Vacuus autem erat mundus,” he
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“Ortus est Dei Spiritus supra aquas,” called Brother Forbore, returning his book to its shelf with a rattling of
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The vigil on the stairs descended to take their posts. Four monks manned the treadmill. The fifth monk
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“Et lux ergo facta est,” he said when he had found the screw.
“Lucem esse bonam Deus vidit,” the inventor called to the fifth monk.
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“Lucem appellavit ‘diem,’ ” chorused the treadmill team,
“et tenebras ‘noctes,’ ” Whereupon they set their shoulders to the turnstile beams.
Axles creaked and groaned. The wagon-wheel dynamo began to spin, its low whir becoming a moan and
then a whine as the monks strained and grunted at the drive-mill. The guardian of the dynamo watched anxiously
as the spokes blurred with speed and became a film. “Vespere occaso,” he began, then paused to lick two fingers
and touch them to the contacts. A spark snapped.
“Lucifer!” he yelped, leaping back, then finished lamely: “ortus est et primo die.”
“CONTACT!” said Brother Kornhoer, as Dom Paulo, Thon Taddeo and his clerk descended the stairs.
The monk on the ladder struck the arc. A sharp spffft!?aand blinding light flooded the vaults with a
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few months. I have instructions to discuss with you the problem of keeping the Memorabilia safe.”
Dom Paulo felt the blackness beginning to gather. After twelve centuries, a little hope had come into the
world?aand then came an illiterate prince to ride roughshod over it with a barbarian horde and . . .
His fist exploded onto the desktop. “We kept them outside our walls for a thousand years,” he growled, “and
we can keep them out for another thousand. This abbey was under siege three times during the Bayring influx,wow gold,
and once again during the Vissarionist schism. We’ll keep the books safe. We’ve kept them that way for quite
some time.”
“But there is an added hazard these days, m’Lord.”
“What may that be?”
“A bountiful supply of gunpowder and grapeshot.”
The Feast of the Assumption had come and gone, but still there was no word of the party from Texarkana.
Private votive masses for pilgrims and travelers were beginning to be offered by the abbey’s priests. Dom Paulo
had ceased taking even a light breakfast, and it was whispered that he was doing penance for having invited the
scholar at all, in view of the present danger on the Plains.
The watchtowers remained constantly manned. The abbot himself frequently climbed the wall to peer
eastward.
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but darkness was coming on,runescape money, and no one else had been able to make it out. Soon, Compline and the Salve Regina
were sung, but still no one appeared at the gates.
“It might have been their advance scout,” suggested Prior Gault.
“It might have been Brother Watchman’s imagination,” countered Dom Paulo.
“But if they’ve camped just ten miles or so down the way?a”
“We’d see their fire from the tower. It’s a clear night.”
“Still, Domne, after the moon rises, we could send a rider?a”
“Oh, no. That’s a good way to get shot by mistake. If it’s really them, they’ve probably kept their fingers on
their triggers for the whole trip, especially at night. It can wait until dawn.”
It was late the following morning when the expected pasty of horsemen appeared out of the east. From the
top of the wall Dom Paulo blinked and squinted across the hot and dry terrain, trying to focus myopic eyes on the
distance. Dust from the horses’ hooves was drifting away to the north. The party had stopped for a parley.
“I seem to be seeing twenty or thirty of them,” the abbot complained, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. “Are
there really so many?”
“Approximately,” said Gault.
“How will we ever take care of them all?”
“I don’t think we’ll be taking care of the ones with the wolfskins, m’Lord Abbot,” the younger priest said
stiffly.
“Wolfskins?”
“Nomads, m’Lord.”
“Man the walls! Close the gates! Let down the shield! Break out the?a”
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“To escape loneliness?ain a young world.”
The young priest laughed. “That perhaps makes his kind of sense, Domne, but I don’t quite see it.”
“You will, when you’re my age, or his.”
“I don’t expect to get that old. He lays claim to several thousand years.”
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The abbot smiled reminiscently. “And you know, I can’t dispute him either. I met him when I was just a
novice, fifty-odd years ago, and I’d swear he looked just as old then as he does now. He must be well over a
hundred.”
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interesting madness,”
“I’m not so sure he’s mad, Father. Just devious in his sanity. What did you want to see me about?”
“Three small matters. First, how do we get the Poet out of the royal guest rooms?abefore Thon Taddeo
arrives? He’s due here in a few days, and the Poet’s taken root.”
“I’ll handle the Poet-sirrah. What else?”
“Vespers. Will you be in the church?”
“Not until Compline. You take over. What else?”
“Controversy in the basement?aover Brother Kornhoer’s experiment.”
“Who and how?”
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fawn on each other for ten minutes. Six hours later, the floor shivers from Brother Armbruster’s bellowing
Perdition! down in the library. I can settle the blowups, but there seems to be a Basic Issue.”
“A basic breach of conduct, I’d say. What do you want me to do about it? Exclude them from the table?”
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“All right, I’ll track it down. Is that all?”
“That’s all,dungeon fighter gold, Domne.” He started away, but paused: “Oh, by the way-do you think Brother Kornhoer’s
contraption is going to work’?”
“I hope not!” the abbot snorted.
Father Gault appeared surprised. “But, then why let him?a”
“Because I was curious at first. The work has caused so much commotion by now, though, that I’m sorry I
let him start it.”
“Then why not stop him?”
“Because I’m hoping that he will reduce himself to absurdity without any help from me. If the thing fails,
it’ll fail just in time for Thon Taddeo’s arrival; That would be just the proper form of mortification for Brother

“Two reasons. First, Thon Taddeo is Hannegan’s kinsman, and influential too. We have to be courteous to
Caesar and his kin whether we like him or not. Second, he started to say something about the Mad Bear clan, and
then broke off. I think he knows what’s going to happen. I’m not going to engage in espionage, but if he
volunteers any information, there’s nothing to prevent our including it in the report you’re about to deliver
personally to New Rome.”
“1!” The clerk looked shocked. “To New Rome?a?” But what?a”
“Not so loud,” said the nuncio, glancing at the door.
“I’m going to have to send my estimate of this situation to His Holiness, and quickly. But it’s the kind of
thing that one doesn’t dare put in writing. If Hannegan’s people intercepted such a dispatch, you and I would
probably be found floating face down in the Red River. If Hannegan’s enemies get hold of it, Hannegan would
probably feel justified in hanging us publicly as spies. Martyrdom is all very well, but we have a job to do first.”
“And I’m to deliver the report orally at the Vatican?” Brother Claret muttered, apparently not relishing the
prospect of crossing hostile country.
“It has to be that way. Thon Taddeo may, just possibly may,anarchy online power leveling, give us an excuse for your leaving abruptly for
Saint Leibowitz abbey, or New Rome, or both. In case there are any suspicions around the Court. I’ll try to steer
it.”
“And the substance of the report I’m to deliver, Mess|r?”
“That Hannegan’s ambition to unite the continent under one dynasty isn’t so wild a dream as we thought.
That the Agreement of the Holy Scourge is probably a fraud by Hannegan, and that be means to use it to get both
the empire of Denver and Laredan Nation into conflict with the Plains nomads. If Laredan forces are tied up in a
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Laredo. With Laredo under his thumb, he can look forward to tackling both Denver and the Mississippi Republic
without worrying about a stab in the back from the south.”
“Do you think Hannegan can do it, Mess|r?”
Marcus Apollo started to answer,cheap cabal alz, then closed his mouth slowly. He walked to the window and stared out at
the sunlit city, a sprawling disorderly city built mostly of rubble from another age. A city without orderly
patterns of streets. It had grown slowly over an ancient ruin,cabal alz, as perhaps someday another city would grow over
the ruin of this one.
“I don’t know,” he answered softly. “In these times, it’s hard to condemn any man for wanting to unite this
butchered continent. Even by such means as?abut no, I don’t mean that.” He sighed heavily. “In any case, our
interests are not the interests of politics. We must forewarn New Rome of what may be coming, because the
Church will be affected by it, whatever happens. And forewarned, we may be able to keep out of the squabble.”

came from the Valley of the Misborn was made evident when two hooded figures arose from behind a tangle of
brush on the slope that overlooked the trail and hooted mockingly at the monk from ambush, while aiming at him
with drawn bows. From such a distance, Francis was not certain of his first impression that one hand grasped a
bow with six fingers or an extra thumb; but there was no doubt at all that one of the robed figures was wearing a
robe with two hoods, although be could make out no faces, nor could be determine whether the extra hood
contained an extra head or not.
The robber himself stood in the trail directly ahead. He was a short man, but heavy as a bull, with a glazed
knob of a pate and a jaw like a block of granite. He stood in the trail with his legs spread wide and his massive
arms folded across his chest while he watched the approach of the small figure astride the ass. The robber, as best
Brother Francis could see, was armed only with his own brawn and a knife which be did not bother to remove
from his belt-thong, He beckoned Francis forward. When the monk stopped fifty yards away, one of the Pope’s
children unleashed an arrow; the missile whipped into the trail just behind the donkey, causing the animal to
spurt ahead.
“Get off,” the robber ordered.
The ass stopped in the path. Brother Francis tossed back his hood to reveal the eye patch and raised a
trembling finger to touch it. He began lifting the patch slowly from his eye.
The robber tossed back his bead and laughed a laugh that might have sprung, Francis thought, from the
throat of Satan; the monk muttered an exorcism, but the robber appeared untouched.
“You black-sacked jeebers wore that one out years ago,” he said. “Now get off.”
Brother Francis smiled, shrugged, and dismounted without further protest. The robber inspected the donkey,
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“Eat? Eat?” cried one of the robed creatures on the hillside.
“Not this time,” barked the robber. “Too scrawny.”
Brother Francis was not entirely convinced that they were talking about the donkey.
“Good day to you, sir,” the monk said pleasantly. “You may take the ass. Walking will improve my health,ragnarok zeny, I
think.” He smiled again and started away.
An arrow slashed into the trail at his feet.
“Stop that!” howled the robber, then to Francis: “Now strip. And let’s see what’s in that roll and in the
package.”
Brother Francis touched his begging bowl and made a gesture of helplessness, which brought only another
scornful laugh from the robber.
“I’ve seen that alms-pot trick before too,” he said. “The last man with a bowl had half a heklo of gold hidden
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searched his clothing, found nothing, and tossed the clothing back to its owner, who breathed his gratitude; he
had been expecting to be left naked on the trail.
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sold to a shaman, who would have trained him as his servant and acolyte. Having run away, he could not return,
except to meet grisly tribal “justice.” He had stolen a shaman’s property (Francis’ own person), and while
thievery was an honorable profession among the Utah, getting caught was a capital crime when the thief’s victim
was the tribal warlock. Nor would he have cared to lapse back into the relatively primitive life of an illiterate
shepherd people, after his schooling at the abbey.
But what else? The continent was lightly settled. He thought of the wall-map in the abbey’s library, and of
the sparse distribution of the crosshatched areas, which were regions?aif not of civilization?athen of civil order,
where some form of lawful sovereignty,runescape money, transcending the tribal, held sway. The rest of the continent was
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simple clanfolk loosely organized into small communities here and there, who lived by hunting, gathering, and
primitive agriculture, whose birth rate was barely high enough (discounting monster-births and sports) to sustain
the population. The principal industries of the continent,buy rs gold, excepting a few seacoast regions, were hunting,
farming, fighting, and witchcraft?athe last being the most promising “industry” for any youth with a choice of
careers and having in mind as primary ends, maximum wealth and prestige.
The schooling which Francis had been given at the abbey prepared him for nothing which was of practical
value in a dark, ignorant, and workaday world, where literacy was nonexistent and a literate youth, therefore,
seemed of no worth to a community unless he could also farm, fight, hunt or show some special talent for inter-
tribal theft, or for the divining of water and workable metal. Even in the scattered domains where a form of civil
order existed, the fact of Francis’ literacy would help him not at all, if he must lead a life apart from the Church.
It was true that petty barons sometimes employed a scribe or two, but such cases were rare enough to be
negligible, and were as often filled by monks as by monastery-schooled laymen.
The only demand for scribes and secretaries was created by the Church herself, whose tenuous hierarchic
web was stretched across the continent (and occasionally to far-distant shores, although the diocesans abroad
were virtually autonomous rulers, subject to the Holy See in theory but seldom in practice, being cut off from
New Rome less by schism than by oceans not often crossed) and could be held together only by a
communication network. The Church had become, quite coincidentally and without meaning to be, the only
means whereby news was transmitted from place to place across the continent. If plague came to the northeast,
the southwest would soon hear of it, as a coincidental effect of tales told and retold by messengers of the Church,
coming and going from New Rome.
If the nomadic infiltration in the far northwest threatened a Christian diocese, an encyclical letter might soon
be read from pulpits far to the south and east, warning of the threat and extending the apostolic benediction to
“men of any station,achat kamas, so long as they be skilled at arms, who, having the means to make the journey, may be
piously disposed to do so, in order to swear fealty to Our beloved son, N., lawful ruler of that place, for such a
period of time as may seem necessary for the maintenance of standing armies there for defense of Christians
against the gathering heathen horde, whose ruthless savagery is known to many and who, to Our deepest grief,

look?”
“I never said he was?a”
“And this is your excuse for believing yourself to have a true vocation, is it not? That this, this?ashall we
call him a ‘creature’??aspoke to you of finding a voice, and marked a rock with his initials, and told you it was
what you were looking for, and when you looked, under it?athere THIS was. Eh?”
“Yes, Dom Arkos.”
“What is your opinion of your own execrable vanity?”
“My execrable vanity is unpardonable, m’Lord’n'Teacher.”
“To imagine yourself important enough to be unpardonable is an even vaster vanity,” roared the sovereign
of the abbey.
“M’Lord, I am indeed a worm.”
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understand he was supposed to have been headed in this direction? That he even said he might stop here? That he
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inquired about the abbey? Yes? And where would he have disappeared to, if he ever existed? No such person
came past here. The brother on duty at that time in the watchtower didn’t see him. Eh? Are you now ready to
admit that you imagined him?”
“If there are not really two marks on that rock where he?athen maybe I might?a”
The abbot dosed his eyes and sighed wearily. “The marks are there?afaintly,” he admitted. “You might have
made them yourself.”
“No,ffxi gil, m’Lord.”
“Will you admit that you imagined the old creature?”
“Very well, do you know what is going to happen to you now?”
“Yes, Reverend Father”
“Then prepare to take it.”
Trembling, the novice gathered up his habit about his waist and bent over the desk. The abbot withdrew a
stout hickory ruler from the drawer, tested it on his palm, then gave Francis a smart whack with it across the
buttocks.
“Deo gratias!” the novice dutifully responded, gasping slightly.
“Care to change your mind,runescape money, my boy?”
“Reverend Father,cheap warhammer online gold, I can’t deny?a”
WHACK!
“Deo gratias!”