Where, despite the chapter is short, the old man Alinardo
says very interesting things about the labyrinth and how to enter
I woke up that sounded almost time the evening meal. I felt numb from sleep, because daytime sleep is as the sin of the flesh as if they have had more if they would like, but you feel unhappy, satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time. William was not in his cell, apparently had risen much earlier. I found him, after a brief wander, coming out of the building. He told me that was the scriptorium, leafing through the catalog and looking at the work of the monks in an attempt to approach the table to resume Venanzio inspection. But for one reason or another, each seemed determined not to let him browse through the papers. Previously, he had approached Malachi, to show him some fine miniatures. Then Benno had kept him busy with excuses of no value. Still later, when he bent down to pick up his inspection, Berengar had started to walk around offering his cooperation.
Malachi Finally, seeing that my master seemed serious about caring about what Venanzio, had made it clear that perhaps, before rummaging through the papers of the dead, it was better to get the permission of the abbot, that he, Although the librarian if they had abstained, out of respect and discipline, and that in any case no one had approached the table, as William had asked, and no one would come up to the abbot had not intervened. William had pointed out that the abbot had given license to investigate throughout the Abbey, not without malice Malachi had asked whether the abbot had also given him license to move freely to the scriptorium, or, God forbid, the library . William had realized that there was no need to engage in a showdown with Malachi, even if all those movements and those fears around card Venanzio had naturally strengthened the desire to become acquainted. But such was his determination to return there at night, still did not know how, he had decided not to create accidents. Harbored thoughts of revenge, however, evident that, had they not been inspired as they were the thirst for truth, would have seemed very stubborn and reprehensible.
Before entering the refectory, still did a little walk in the cloister, to dispel the fumes of sleep in the cold evening air. We wandered some more monks in meditation. In the garden overlooking the we saw the old cloister Alinardo Grottaferrata, now that idiot in the body, he spent most of his day among the trees, when he was praying in his church. He seemed not to feel cold, and sat along the outside of the porch.
William gave him some words of greeting and the old man seemed pleased that someone entertain him.
"clear day," William said.
"By the grace of God," the old man.
"Serena in the sky, but dark in the ground. He knew Venanzio? "
" Venanzio who? "Said the old man. Then a light went on in his eyes. "Ah, the dead boy. The beast is haunting the Abbey ... "
"What beast?"
"The great beast rising from the sea ... Seven heads and ten horns and upon his horns ten crowns, and three heads names of blasphemy. The beast that looks like a leopard, feet like a bear and a mouth like a lion ... I have seen. "
" Where have you seen? In the library? "
" Library? Why? For years I have not been in the scriptorium and I have never seen the library. Nobody goes to the library. I knew who went up to the library ... "
" Who, Malachi, Berengar? "
" Oh no ... "the old man laughed with his clucking voice. "Before. The librarian who came before Malachi, many years ago ... "
"Who was that?"
"I do not remember, died when Malachi was still young. And what was the first teacher of young Malachi and was assistant librarian when I was young ... But the library I do not ever put my foot. Labyrinth ... "
" The library is a labyrinth? "
" Hunch typical laberinthus denotat mundum ille, "the old man recited absorbed. "Intranti largus, sed nimis redeunti Artus. The library is a great labyrinth, sign of the labyrinth of the world. Enter and you do not know if you exit. You must not violate the Pillars of Hercules ... "
" So you do not know how to enter the library when the doors are closed the building? "
"Oh yes," laughed the old man, "many people know this. Steps for the ossuary. You can go to the ossuary, but do not want to go to the ossuary. The dead monks keep watch. "
" Are those the monks who watch over the dead, not those who are around at night with a lamp for the library? "
" With a light? "The old man seemed surprised. "I've never heard this story. The monks are dead ossuary, the bones fall gradually from the graveyard and gather there to guard the pass. You never saw the altar of the chapel which bears ossuary? "
" It 's the third left after the crossing, is not it? "
" The third? Maybe. And 'that the altar stone carved with a thousand skeletons. The fourth skull on the right, push in the eye ... And you ossuary. But there you go, I've never gone. The abbot does not want. "
" And the beast, where have you seen the beast? "
" The Beast? Ah, the Antichrist ... He is coming, the millennium has passed, wait for it ... "
" But the millennium has expired for three hundred years, and then there was ... "
" The Antichrist is not after the thousand years have expired. Upon expiry of the thousand years begins the reign of the righteous, then the Antichrist is to confuse the right and then will be the final battle ... "
" But the righteous will reign for a thousand years, "said William. "Or have reigned since the death of Christ until the end of the first millennium, and therefore it is then that the Antichrist was to come or have not yet ruled, and the Antichrist is far away."
"The millennium is fulfilled by Christ's death but by the donation of Constantine. Now I am the thousand years ... "
" So ends the reign of the righteous? "
" I do not know, do not know anymore ... I'm tired. The calculation is difficult. Beatus did, ask Jorge, he is young, remembers ... But the time is ripe. Did you not hear the seven trumpets? "
" For the seven trumpets? "
" Have not you heard how he died the other guy, the miniaturist? The first angel sounded the trumpet and there came hail and fire mixed with blood. And the second angel sounded the trumpet, second and third parts of the sea became blood ... He is not dead in the sea of \u200b\u200bblood the second boy? Watch out for the third trumpet! He will die a third of the living creatures in the sea. God punishes us. The world all around the abbey is plagued by heresy, they told me that it is the throne of Rome a Pope perverse use of the hosts for practices of necromancy, moray eels and feed her ... And we have someone broke the interdict, broke the seals of the labyrinth ... "
" Who told you? "
" I heard all the whispers that sin entered the abbey. You chickpeas? "
The question directed at me, surprised me. "No, I do not have peas," I said confused.
"Next time bring me some chickpeas. I keep them in your mouth, see my poor toothless mouth, as long as you do not soak all. Stimulate saliva, aqua fons vitae. Tomorrow will bring me some chickpeas? "
" Tomorrow I will bring the chickpeas, "I said. But he had dozed off. We left him to go to the refectory.
"What do you think of what she said?" I asked my teacher.
"He enjoys the divine madness of centenarians. Difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood in his words. But I think we said anything on the way into the building. I saw the chapel where Malachi came out last night. There really is a stone altar, and are carved on the base of the skull, will try tonight. "
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