Religious disputations -- Fiction; Short stories, Australian
The Cardinal turned from the window, and looked from one to another with
equal interest. He was a worldly man, and the mere contact with the
world had been sufficient to make him more human than the Pope:
unconsciously, disinterestedly, he was summing up the characters of the
two men before him. The fact that he was inferior to both fitted him to
judge them, made him swift to see the flaws and defects in their diverse
characters: Innocent's hard legalism and military instincts; the blithe
and elusive spirituality of Francis, a nature free as air, too diverse,
too liquid, too impracticable and fleeting, to have any but a momentary
effect. He smiled at the comedy; it was no more to him. Behind his
cynicism was a kind of tolerance, a charitable irony, a contemptuous
love. The fact that both these men recognised an ideal, and denied the
manifold pleasures of life to follow after it, baffled and perplexed
him. That ironical attitude from which, within himself, he considered
them, was the tribute which small imaginations pay to the great. He was
content to be a spectator, and was willingly amused by the readiness
with which each of these men detected the weak spot in the other, while
remaining blind to his own.
Innocent stretched out his hand to Francis and drew him toward the
chair. Francis knelt.
"My son, let us try to understand one another," said the Pope amicably,
as he laid his hand on the other's head. "How is it possible for us to
avoid seeing in thy courage and perseverance the directing hand of God?
Be assured that we have been moved solely by our desire to work for the
good of the Church, and the welfare of those who follow thee. We would
not have thee depart from us with bitterness in thy heart. Listen,
therefore, and be content with what we propose. Is not one condition of
thy rule obedience?"
"We shall be obedient to you in all things, save in any abrogation of
the rule, for that way was shown to us by the mercy of Christ himself."
"Thou dost yet mistrust us," said the Pope, smiling. "Know, then, that
thou hast our permission to follow that way of life which has been
revealed to you, to practise poverty and the evangelical virtues. Art
thou content?"
"Yea, I am content," answered Francis, with a radiant face.
"But," continued Innocent, checking him; "and herein thou shalt show thy
filial obedience to us: thou and thy companions shall receive the
tonsure at the hands of the Cardinal Giovanni di San Paolo, so that
henceforth ye may be identified with the Church; and, secondly, ye shall
choose one from among you who shall be responsible to us for all; and,
thirdly, in whatsoever place ye may be, ye shall be subject unto the
bishop, yielding him the most implicit obedience, and in no wise seeking
to preach without his leave. Art thou content?"
"Yea, I am content," answered Francis, "so that you approve our rule."
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