“Ubertino?” “He is here. He is expecting you. You will find him in church.” “When?” “Always,” the abbot said, and smiled. “You must know that, although very learned, he is not a man to appreciate the library. He considers it a secular lure. . . . For the most part he stays in church, meditating, praying. . . .” “Is he old?” William asked, hesitating. “How long has it been since you saw him?” “Many years.” “He is weary. Very detached from the things of this world. He is sixty-eight. But I believe he still possesses the spirit of his youth.” “I will seek him out at once. Thank you.”
