Yes, and triumph you shall, my son in Christ.

Fear nothing, even when the storm-clouds sweep about your head and the lightnings blind your eyes.
I say, fear nothing, for you have friends whom you cannot see.

I ask no more even under the seal of confession, since there are secrets which it is not well to learn.

Who knows, I might go mad, or torture might draw from me words I would not speak.

Therefore, keep your own counsel, son, and confess to God alone." "What will you do now, Father ?" I asked.