"The Season claims its mercies."
"Can one quench a furnace with a parable?"
"The Holy Host may work a miracle."
"It is the concern of angels to see their sentences enforced."
"Sic itur ad astra," said the Chamberlain devoutly.
And like an echo it came from his visitor's lips:
"Sic itur ad astra!"
"We understand each other," Benilo spoke after a pause, arising from his chair. "But remember," he added with a look, which seemed to pierce his interlocutor through and through. "What thou dost, monk, thou dost. If thy hand fail, I know thee not!"
Stepping to the panel, Benilo was about to touch the secret spring, when a thought arrested his hand.
"Thou hast seen my face," he turned to the monk. "It is but meet, that I see thine."