XVII. APHORISMS 190 XVIII. THE SAGE 205 XIX. THE CHOICE 214 XX. VIBRATIONS 229 XXI. MOON RITUAL 239 XXII. DEVIL WORSHIP 251 XXIII. ABBOT HILARY 265 XXIV. AT DIEUPORTE 279 XXV. AN ORCHARD EGOIST 287 XXVI. AELRED’S BELIEF 297 XXVII. THE RECLUSE 308 XXVIII. IN THE FOREST 323 XXIX. EASTER EVE AND EASTER MORNING 332 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “There was a man seeking Peace.” _Fiona Macleod._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Jester CHAPTER I CAP AND BELLS NICHOL the Jester having left this world for, we trust, a better, and thereto we cry “God rest his soul,” Peregrine his son reigned in his stead. This was in accordance with custom. Six times had cap and bells descended from father to son: we see Peregrine as the seventh inheritor thereto, which, perchance, holds some significance. Pythagorus would doubtless have told us it held much; would have told us we find in seven the last of the limited numbers, a mere step from it to the free vibrations. Also he would have seen double significance in that Peregrine’s own name held the same vibration. And who are we to say him nay? For my part I would no more dream of venturing to gainsay him than I would venture to gainsay the old sage who read the message of the stars at his birth. This sage, finding him born under the third decanate of Sagittarius, with Uranus in the ascendant, and having muttered of houses, and cusps, and aspects, and signs, and I know not what besides,—and if I did would refrain from further enumeration lest I should weary you,—proclaimed him one born to wander, a seeker after that which is not easily found,—of the sign of Sagittarius, and the planet Uranus are antiquarians and alchemists. He gave him also favours from one of high birth, which favours should wither like June roses when picked; gave him sorrow as companion for a space,—though truly there is no mother’s son of us knows not that companion for a while,—and the end of his life’s journey he saw not. Whereat I, for one, rejoice, since—though I would not venture to gainsay the old sage—I believe that the ordering of a man’s destiny lies not with the stars, but with One Who holds the universe in the Hollow of His Hand.