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Chapter 17
"No,Dane,youcan’tlookuptomeasthat.I’mfarfromaperfectpriest.Ihavebrokenallmyvows,doyouunderstand?Ihadtolearnwhatyoualreadyseemtoknowinthemostpainfulwayapriestcan,throughthebreakingofmyvows.ForIrefusedtoadmitthatIwasfirstamortalman,andonlyafterthatapriest."
"YourEminence,itdoesn’tmatter,"saidDanesoftly."Whatyousaydoesn’tmakeyouanylessmyconceptionoftheperfectpriest.Ithinkyoudon’tunderstandwhatImean,that’sall.Idon’tmeananinhumanautomaton,abovetheweaknessesoftheflesh.Imeanthatyou’vesuffered,andgrown.DoIsoundpresumptuous?Idon’tintendto,truly.IfI’veoffendedyou,Ibegyourpardon.It’sjustthatit’ssohardtoexpressmythoughts!WhatImeanisthatbecomingaperfectpriestmusttakeyears,terriblepain,andallthetimekeepingbeforeyouanideal,andOurLord."
Thetelephonerang;CardinalRalphpickeditupinaslightlyunsteadyhand,spokeinItalian.
"Yes,thankyou,we’llcomeatonce."Hegottohisfeet."It’stimeforafternoontea,andwe’retohaveitwithanold,oldfriendofmine.NexttotheHolyFatherhe’sprobablythemostimportantpriestintheChurch.Itoldhimyouwerecoming,andheexpressedawishtomeetyou."
"Thankyou,YourEminence."
