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Stephen
parted
his
lips
to
answer
yes
and
then
withheld
the
word
suddenly
.
The
priest
waited
for
the
answer
and
added
:
--
I
mean
,
have
you
ever
felt
within
yourself
,
in
your
soul
,
a
desire
to
join
the
order
?
Think
.
--
I
have
sometimes
thought
of
it
,
said
Stephen
.
The
priest
let
the
blindcord
fall
to
one
side
and
,
uniting
his
hands
,
leaned
his
chin
gravely
upon
them
,
communing
with
himself
.
--
In
a
college
like
this
,
he
said
at
length
,
there
is
one
boy
or
perhaps
two
or
three
boys
whom
God
calls
to
the
religious
life
.
Such
a
boy
is
marked
off
from
his
companions
by
his
piety
,
by
the
good
example
he
shows
to
others
.
He
is
looked
up
to
by
them
;
he
is
chosen
perhaps
as
prefect
by
his
fellow
sodalists
.
And
you
,
Stephen
,
have
been
such
a
boy
in
this
college
,
prefect
of
Our
Blessed
Lady
's
sodality
.
Perhaps
you
are
the
boy
in
this
college
whom
God
designs
to
call
to
Himself
.
A
strong
note
of
pride
reinforcing
the
gravity
of
the
priest
's
voice
made
Stephen
's
heart
quicken
in
response
.
To
receive
that
call
,
Stephen
,
said
the
priest
,
is
the
greatest
honour
that
the
Almighty
God
can
bestow
upon
a
man
.
No
king
or
emperor
on
this
earth
has
the
power
of
the
priest
of
God
.
No
angel
or
archangel
in
heaven
,
no
saint
,
not
even
the
Blessed
Virgin
herself
,
has
the
power
of
a
priest
of
God
:
the
power
of
the
keys
,
the
power
to
bind
and
to
loose
from
sin
,
the
power
of
exorcism
,
the
power
to
cast
out
from
the
creatures
of
God
the
evil
spirits
that
have
power
over
them
;
the
power
,
the
authority
,
to
make
the
great
God
of
Heaven
come
down
upon
the
altar
and
take
the
form
of
bread
and
wine
.
What
an
awful
power
,
Stephen
!
A
flame
began
to
flutter
again
on
Stephen
's
cheek
as
he
heard
in
this
proud
address
an
echo
of
his
own
proud
musings
.
How
often
had
he
seen
himself
as
a
priest
wielding
calmly
and
humbly
the
awful
power
of
which
angels
and
saints
stood
in
reverence
!
His
soul
had
loved
to
muse
in
secret
on
this
desire
.
He
had
seen
himself
,
a
young
and
silent-mannered
priest
,
entering
a
confessional
swiftly
,
ascending
the
altarsteps
,
incensing
,
genuflecting
,
accomplishing
the
vague
acts
of
the
priesthood
which
pleased
him
by
reason
of
their
semblance
of
reality
and
of
their
distance
from
it
.
In
that
dim
life
which
he
had
lived
through
in
his
musings
he
had
assumed
the
voices
and
gestures
which
he
had
noted
with
various
priests
.
He
had
bent
his
knee
sideways
like
such
a
one
,
he
had
shaken
the
thurible
only
slightly
like
such
a
one
,
his
chasuble
had
swung
open
like
that
of
such
another
as
he
turned
to
the
altar
again
after
having
blessed
the
people
.
And
above
all
it
had
pleased
him
to
fill
the
second
place
in
those
dim
scenes
of
his
imagining
.
He
shrank
from
the
dignity
of
celebrant
because
it
displeased
him
to
imagine
that
all
the
vague
pomp
should
end
in
his
own
person
or
that
the
ritual
should
assign
to
him
so
clear
and
final
an
office
.
He
longed
for
the
minor
sacred
offices
,
to
be
vested
with
the
tunicle
of
subdeacon
at
high
mass
,
to
stand
aloof
from
the
altar
,
forgotten
by
the
people
,
his
shoulders
covered
with
a
humeral
veil
,
holding
the
paten
within
its
folds
or
,
when
the
sacrifice
had
been
accomplished
,
to
stand
as
deacon
in
a
dalmatic
of
cloth
of
gold
on
the
step
below
the
celebrant
,
his
hands
joined
and
his
face
towards
the
people
,
and
sing
the
chant
ITE
MISSA
EST.
.
If
ever
he
had
seen
himself
celebrant
it
was
as
in
the
pictures
of
the
mass
in
his
child
's
massbook
,
in
a
church
without
worshippers
,
save
for
the
angel
of
the
sacrifice
,
at
a
bare
altar
,
and
served
by
an
acolyte
scarcely
more
boyish
than
himself
.
In
vague
sacrificial
or
sacramental
acts
alone
his
will
seemed
drawn
to
go
forth
to
encounter
reality
;
and
it
was
partly
the
absence
of
an
appointed
rite
which
had
always
constrained
him
to
inaction
whether
he
had
allowed
silence
to
cover
his
anger
or
pride
or
had
suffered
only
an
embrace
he
longed
to
give
.
He
listened
in
reverent
silence
now
to
the
priest
's
appeal
and
through
the
words
he
heard
even
more
distinctly
a
voice
bidding
him
approach
,
offering
him
secret
knowledge
and
secret
power
.
He
would
know
then
what
was
the
sin
of
Simon
Magus
and
what
the
sin
against
the
Holy
Ghost
for
which
there
was
no
forgiveness
.
He
would
know
obscure
things
,
hidden
from
others
,
from
those
who
were
conceived
and
born
children
of
wrath
.
He
would
know
the
sins
,
the
sinful
longings
and
sinful
thoughts
and
sinful
acts
,
of
others
,
hearing
them
murmured
into
his
ears
in
the
confessional
under
the
shame
of
a
darkened
chapel
by
the
lips
of
women
and
of
girls
;
but
rendered
immune
mysteriously
at
his
ordination
by
the
imposition
of
hands
,
his
soul
would
pass
again
uncontaminated
to
the
white
peace
of
the
altar
.
No
touch
of
sin
would
linger
upon
the
hands
with
which
he
would
elevate
and
break
the
host
;
no
touch
of
sin
would
linger
on
his
lips
in
prayer
to
make
him
eat
and
drink
damnation
to
himself
not
discerning
the
body
of
the
Lord
.
He
would
hold
his
secret
knowledge
and
secret
power
,
being
as
sinless
as
the
innocent
,
and
he
would
be
a
priest
for
ever
according
to
the
order
of
Melchisedec
.
