‘And I consider that indulgence to sinners is the worst of all sins whatsoever.’
‘Not of all, surely, reverend sir?’ said Pambo humbly. But Peter, taking no notice of the interruption, went on to Arsenius—
‘And now, what answer am I to bear back from your wisdom to his holiness?’
‘Let me see—let me see. He might—it needs consideration—I ought to know more of the state of parties. He has, of course, communicated with the African bishops, and tried to unite them with him?’
‘Two months ago. But the stiff-necked schismatics are still jealous of him, and hold aloof.’
‘Schismatics is too harsh a term, my friend. But has he sent to Constantinople?’
‘He needs a messenger accustomed to courts. It was possible, he thought, that your experience might undertake the mission.’
‘Me? Who am I? Alas! alas! fresh temptations daily! Let him send by the hand of whom he will.... And yet—were I—at least in Alexandria—I might advise from day to day.... I should certainly see my way clearer.... And unforeseen chances might arise, too .... Pambo, my friend, thinkest thou that it would be sinful to obey the Holy Patriarch?’
‘Aha!’ said Pambo, laughing, ‘and thou art he who was for fleeing into the desert an hour agone! And now, when once thou smellest the battle afar off, thou art pawing in the valley, like the old war-horse. Go, and God be with thee! Thou wilt be none the worse for it. Thou art too old to fall in love, too poor to buy a bishopric, and too righteous to have one given thee.’
‘Art thou in earnest?’