He admitted, afterward, that that spirit's own mother could not have pronounced that name better than I did.
He never could understand how I survived it, and I didn't tell him.

It is only young magicians that give away a secret like that.
Merlin spent three months working enchantments to try to find out the deep trick of how to pronounce that name and outlive it.
But he didn't arrive.
When I started to the chapel, the populace uncovered and fell back reverently to make a wide way for me, as if I had been some kind of a superior being--and I was.

I was aware of that.

I took along a night shift of monks, and taught them the mystery of the pump, and set them to work, for it was plain that a good part of the people out there were going to sit up with the water all night, consequently it was but right that they should have all they wanted of it.

To those monks that pump was a good deal of a miracle itself, and they were full of wonder over it; and of admiration, too, of the exceeding effectiveness of its performance.
It was a great night, an immense night.