"Dominus dedit, et Dominus abstulit; benedictum sit nomen Domini." Wherefore should I say more?
They carried me back in litter over the bridge, through the growing darkness.

Every church was full of women weeping and praying for her that was the friend of them, and the playmate of their children, for all children she dearly loved.
Concerning Flavy, it was said, by them who loved him not, that he showed no sign of sorrow.

But when his own brother Louis fell, later in the siege, a brother whom he dearly loved, none saw him weep, or alter the fashion of his countenance; nay, he bade musicians play music before him.
I besought the Prior, when I was borne home, that I might be carried to Flavy, and tell him that I knew.

But he forbade me, saying that, in very truth, I knew nought, or nothing that could be brought against a Churchman, and one in a place of trust.

For I had not seen the lips of the cordelier move when that command was given--nay, at the moment I saw him not at all.