I was suspected of heresy. You were weak also, in fighting evil. Evil, William! Will this condemnation never cease, this shadow, this mire that prevents us from arriving at the holy source?” He moved still closer to William, as if he were afraid someone might overhear. “Here, too, even among these walls consecrated to prayer, you know?” “I know. The abbot has spoken to me; in fact, he asked me to help him shed light on it.” “Then observe, investigate, look with a lynx’s eye in both directions: lust and pride. . . .”
