Philip could see his companion's face in the reflected light, and it reminded him of the friars who had filled the chamber of his dying grandmother.

It was strained with a steadfast ardour.
Battista leaned his elbows on the board and his eyes searched the other's.
"I am minded to open my heart to you," he said.

"You are young and of a noble stock.

Likewise you are a scholar.

I am on a mission, Sir Philip--the loftiest, I think, since Moses led Israel over the deserts.
I am seeking a promised land.