When I started to the chapel, the populace uncovered and fell back reverently to make a wide way for me, as if I had been some kind of a superior being — mdash; and I was. I was aware of that. I took along a night shift of monks, and taught them the mystery of the pump, and set them to work, for it was plain that a good part of the people out there were going to sit up with the water all night, consequently it was but right that they should have all they wanted of it. ———————————————————————— Page 209
To those monks that pump was a good deal of a miracle itself, and they were full of wonder over it; and of admiration, too, of the exceeding effectiveness of its performance.
It was a great night, an immense night. There was reputation in it. I could hardly get to sleep for glorying over it.
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Chapter 24
A RIVAL MAGICIAN
MY influence in the Valley of Holiness was something prodigious now. It seemed worth while to try to turn it to some valuable account. The thought came to me the next morning, and was suggested by my seeing one of my knights who was in the soap line come riding in. According to history, the monks of this place two centuries before had been worldly minded enough to want to wash. It might be that there was a leaven of this unrighteousness still remaining. So I sounded a Brother:
“Wouldn’t you like a bath?”
He shuddered at the thought — mdash; the thought of the peril of it to the well — mdash; but he said with feeling:
“One needs not to ask that of a poor body who has not known that blessed refreshment sith that he was a boy. Would God I might wash me! but it may not be, fair sir, tempt me not; it is forbidden.”
And then he sighed in such a sorrowful way that I was resolved he should have at least one layer of his real estate removed, if it sized up my whole influence and bankrupted the pile. So I went to the abbot and asked for a permit for this Brother. He blenched at the idea — mdash; I don’t mean that you could see him blench, for of course you couldn’t see it ———————————————————————— Page 211
without you scraped him, and I didn’t care enough about it to scrape him, but I knew the blench was there, just the same, and within a book-cover’s thickness of the surface, too — mdash; blenched, and trembled. He said:
“Ah, son, ask aught else thou wilt, and it is thine, and freely granted out of a grateful heart — mdash; but this, oh, this! Would you drive away the blessed water again?”
“No, Father, I will not drive it away. I have mysterious knowledge which teaches me that there was an error that other time when it was thought the institution of the bath banished the fountain.” A large interest began to show up in the old man’s face. “My knowledge informs me that the bath was innocent of that misfortune, which was caused by quite another sort of sin.”
“These are brave words — mdash; but — mdash; but right welcome, if they be true.”
“They are true, indeed. Let me build the bath again, Father. Let me build it again, and the fountain shall flow forever.”
“You promise this? — mdash; you promise it? Say the word — mdash; say you promise it!”
“I do promise it.”
“Then will I have the first bath myself! Go — mdash; get ye to your work. Tarry not, tarry not, but go.”
I and my boys were at work, straight off. The ruins of the old bath were there yet in the basement of the monastery, not a stone missing. They had been left just so, all these lifetimes, and avoided with a pious fear, as things accursed. In two days we had it all done and the water in — mdash; a spacious pool of clear pure water that a body could swim in. It was running ———————————————————————— Page 212