They were but few.

He told him of the vision of his sickness, on which the Prior pondered long; of his deep love, his hopes, his fears, and his desire to be a warrior who once, as a lad, had wished to be a monk, not that he might shed blood, but to fight for the Cross of Christ against the Paynim, ending with a cry of-- "Give me counsel, O my father.

Give me counsel." "Your own heart is your best counsellor," was the priest's answer.

"Go as it guides you, knowing that, through it, it is God who guides.

Nor fear that you will fail.