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archbishop's hands. As they moved forward again he said:
"I see you are carrying reeds, my sons. From where did they come, and for what purpose?"
"From Kalavryta, father," said one. "We have six mules laden with them. The monastery roof needs mending."
"That is good. Observe, Nicholas, how fine these reeds are. They seem to be a heavy load, The monastery roof, they say, wants mending."
The younger of the two monks smiled.
"A great many things want mending, father!" he said. "We are making preparations for mending them."
Nicholas, who was in front, checked his mule.
"And have you black corn," he said, "good black corn for the Turk?"
The monk shook his head.
"I do not understand," he said.
Germanos smiled back at Nicholas.
"A roof for the monastery first, Nicholas," he said; "there will be time for the good black corn when the roof is mended. And now, my son, I will ask you to go forward quickly and tell Father Priketes, with my salutations, that my cousin and I will arrive very soon. We shall stop with him for a day, or it may be two, for we wish to superintend this mending of the monastery roof, and see that it is well done for the glory of God."
Another half-hour through the gathering dusk brought them in sight of the monastery, which from the distance was indistinguishable from the face of the cliif, against which it was built. Chains of light shone from the narrow windows, row above row, some from the
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