Who was it struck me with the stone ?' No answer.
'Tell me, and the moment he is in my lictors' hands I pardon you freely.' The monk laughed.

'Pardon?
Pardon me eternal bliss, and the things unspeakable, which God has prepared for those who love Him?
Tyrant and butcher! I struck thee, thou second Dioclesian--I hurled the stone--I, Ammonius.

Would to heaven that it had smitten thee through, thou Sisera, like the nail of Jael the Kenite!' 'Thanks, my friend.

Heroes, you have a cellar for monks as well as for wine?
I will trouble you with this hero's psalm-singing tonight, and send my apparitors for him in the morning.' 'If he begins howling when we are in bed, your men won't find much of him left in the morning,' said the Amal.

'But here come the slaves, announcing dinner.' 'Stay,' said Orestes; 'there is one more with whom I have an account to settle--that young philosopher there.' 'Oh, he is coming in, too.