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.He s from Pamiers.Father Dominic smiles.He takes both my hands, andpresses them. Welcome, my son, he murmurs. It is a joyand a pleasure to welcome you here. F-father. I can t even bow, because my back is toosore.But he doesn t seem to mind. Come, he says. Come inside and rest.Sister! SisterCurtolane! Sister Curtolane will take care of the horses.A woman appears, and another, and another.They redressed in grey and brown and black; they hover around us like bees around a hive, and follow us into the convent.Oneof them is standing just inside the door, with a basin of waterand a towel.Praise ye the Lord, that water feels good! Socold, so fresh, so soothing on my face.I think I must be sunburnt. Please  won t you sit down? Father Dominic stepsaside, motioning with his hand.It s very dim in here, afterall that sunshine, but I can just make out some tables andbenches, and rushes on the floor.Is this the refectory, then?It s all very plain, although the drinking-cups are of goodquality, finely glazed in rich colours.A plump little womanis arranging them on the largest table. Why, it s Ermessende! the Archdeacon cries. SisterErmessende, you re a happy sight for a weary wanderer.She beams all over her round, red, surprised-lookingface.62 Father Pagan! she chirrups. We re so pleased to seeyou   And Sister Alazais. The Archdeacon grins at a solidwoman with heavy brows. You re looking fit, Sister. I am, she says, with a slow smile.She has a mightyvoice, the sort of voice that breaketh the cedars, and makeththe hinds to calve. I am fit and strong. Well, that s good news.I know that this whole placewould fall apart without you.Isidore, come here! You mustmeet the Prioress.Sister Guilhelmine, this is my scribe,Isidore.He s from Pamiers.All these faces  it s so confusing  but this must be thePrioress.She s rather tall, with beautiful white teeth and avery large.a very large.bosom.But I mustn t look at that.  Sit down, Father, you must be so tired. They fussaround, all rustling skirts and fluttering hands, and theArchdeacon seems to be enjoying himself: he s grinningand joking and laughing in a most improper way, becauseyou shouldn t behave like that to women, not when you re apriest.Suddenly he leans over and grabs my wrist and says: Just wait till you taste the food here, Isidore, it s marvellous.Simply marvellous.I always do very well here, becauseDominic gives all his food to visitors.He lives on boilednettles and bits of old shoe.Laughter from the women. Oh no, Sister Ermessendeprotests. Father Dominic doesn t eat nettles   Only because you don t serve them to him, the Arch-deacon rejoins. But I m sure you could make even nettlestaste delicious, Sister.You re such a superb cook.She blushes and dimples, and the other women smile.63I can t believe this.It s disgusting.A man of his age, behavinglike a troubadour! He must be  oh, at least thirty.Probablyeven older.Why can t he sit quietly, like Father Dominic,instead of chattering and winking and  well, let s face it,frankly fl irting with a group of holy women! Ah! the Archdeacon exclaims, as the crowd parts toadmit a girl with a very large dish in her hands. And here sSister Gentiane with  now, what are those delicious-lookingtidbits you ve got for us? They re stuffed cabbage leaves, Father.In olive oil. Shehas a soft little voice, and a face to match.Lord God of mysalvation, what a face is this! So fair, so tender, with snow-white skin and golden hair.Her neck is like a tower of ivory;her eyes are like the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,washed with milk and fitly set. Preserve me, O God, for in thee do I put my trust. Sister Gentiane, permit me to introduce my scribe,Isidore.Isidore, this is Sister Gentiane.Help.She s smiling at me.Even her teeth are perfect. Brother Isidore, she coos. You have a beautiful name,Brother [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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