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Unformatted text preview: everal monks came into the courtyard. Those in Scotland had worn white but these men were in coarse brown and had sandals on their feet. They surrounded me and kissed me on both cheeks and embraced me. "Brother Ashlar!" They all addressed me, more or less in one voice. And their smiles were so warm, so filled with love that I began to cry. "This is to be your life now. Don't be frightened anymore. You will live and thrive in the love of God." I saw then the unfolded quarto which one held in his hand. "What does it say?" I asked in English. "That you have dedicated your life to Christ. That you would fol- low in the steps of our founder, St. Francis, that you would be a priest of God." 505 Then came more tender words and embraces from these men, who were utterly unafraid of me, and it came to my mind: they don't know anything about me. They don't know how I was born. And inspecting myself-my hands, my legs, my hair-I thought, except for my height and my long locks I might as well be one of them. This puzzled me. Througho...
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