Restored to life, and power, and thought.
And one day he sat there, dreamily watching old Father Thames, as he murmured and bubbled along, outside the stone boundary.
“Onward till he lose himself in the ocean, so do flow our lives till they merge into eternity,” said the prior. “Now with impetuous flow, now in gentler ripple, but ever onward as God hath ordained; so may our souls, when the work of life is accomplished, lose themselves in God.”
Martin moved his lips in silent acquiescence.
It was intense, the enjoyment of that sweet spring day, a day when all the birds seemed singing songs of gladness, and the air was balmy beyond description. Life seemed worth living.
“My son, when thou art better thou must travel for change of air.”
“Whither?” said Martin.
“Where wouldst thou like to go?”
“Oh, may I go to my kindred and teach them the holy truths of the Gospel?”
“Thou shalt. Brother Ginepro shall go with thee, and ere thou startest thou shalt be admitted to the privileges and duties of the second order, and be Brother Martin.”