The Archdeacon shook his head, with a bitter smile. “Master Jacques, read Michel Psellus’s Dialogus de Energia et Operatione Dæmonum. What we are doing is not wholly innocent.” “Speak lower, master! I have my suspicions of it,” said Jacques Charmolue. “But one must practise a bit of hermetic science when one is only procurator of the king in the Ecclesiastical Court, at thirty crowns tournois a year. Only speak low.”
