"I would, my son, that you had grace, to think differently. These be counsels of perfection, given by our Lord Himself to His disciples."
"I could not turn the other cheek to my enemy to save my life."
"Then let him smite you on the same one."
"I could not do that either," said Evroult more sharply.
"If you cannot, at least do not return evil for evil."
"I should if I had the power."
"My child, it is the devil in you which makes you say that."
Evroult turned red with passion, and Richard began to cry.
"Nay, my child, do not cry; that is useless. Pray for him," said the hermit.
Another time Evroult craved flesh.