"You evidently haven't," said Mark. "Our Holy Father disapproves of them."
"Oh, so should I, Brother Mark," said Brother Nicholas quickly. "I hate anything like that."
"It struck me," Mark went on, "that most of our paying guests are gyrovagues and sarabaites."
"What an accusation to make," said Brother Nicholas, flushing with expectant curiosity and looking down his long nose to give the impression that it was the blush of innocence and modesty.
When, an hour or so later, he had had leisure to discover the meaning of both terms, he came up to Mark and exclaimed:
"Oh, brother, how could you?"
"How could I what?" Mark asked.
"How could you let me think that it meant something much worse? Why, it's nothing really. Just wandering monks."
"They annoyed our Holy Father," said Mark.
"Yes, they did seem to make him a bit ratty. Perhaps the translation softened it down," surmised Brother Nicholas. "I'll get a dictionary to-morrow."