It seemed unexpectedly ordinary. The passages, the chapel even the sanutary seemed no different than the monistary proper. It was a church, and when he peeked into the adoration chapel the coweled figures kneeling before the Blessed Sacrament, seemed, excepting their stature, no different than any of the monks or novices above.
“Abbot who are these brothers? Why are they here?”
“The same as you, serving Christ.” He walked over to one of the figures leaving the chapel:”Greetings Brother, this is Herbert.”
He pulled back his cowl: “Greetings leioaf tosop, nos bless to” said the small yellow figure.
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