Last night the vision came again, and a voice cried: 'Speed, for a
son of Christ waits by the way to guide thy steps,' and lo! thou
art here, waiting by the way, as the voice said. And now, son, an
thou wilt come thou shalt take thy letter to Wymondham--'tis a cell
of this Abbey--for there is Brother Andreas from overseas who hath
wondrous skill with the brush; he will teach thee, for thou shalt
say to him that Brother Amadeus sent thee, who is now as Bartimeus,
waiting for the light of the Lord; but first thou shalt set me in
that village of Bungay, where my mother dwelleth."
Hilarius listened, gazing awestruck at the withered eyes that
vainly questioned his face. He had forgotten plague, death,
flagellants, in this absorbing tale of the man of God, who was even
as one of the blessed martyrs. Brother Andreas! A skilled limner!
How should he, Hilarius, gainsay one with a vision from the Lord?
"I obey, my Father," he cried joyously, taking the friar's hand;
and they two passed swiftly down the road, their faces to the east.
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