the bishop to take your master away-because of the entrepreneurs on top of the cliff. As I should have realized at the time, it was very odd that you might think that the bishop would hold an old hermit responsible for some disreputable entrepreneurs.
“And then the ducal wizard and I came to this valley to see the wood nymph, and he and I asked you more about them. All you would say then was that you weren’t sure if your master, the hermit, had discussed their enterprise with the saint. Your unwilling ness to talk about them contrasted strangely, I should have realized, with your master’s quite open conversation when he and I spoke two days later.
“So far, you’ve kept it from him, and I’m sure you felt you had very good reasons. Now I’m not going to accuse you or sit in judgment on you. But you do need to tell us all. Why did you apprentices invite those people to come make money off the Holy Toe?”
VI
In the ensuing confusion, I went back to sit under the tree again, to make it clear I was not passing judgment. The story came out somewhat incoherently, with the other apprentices hurrying to confess that they too were at fault, to say that it was their love and concern for the hermit that had led them into error, and at last to fall prone before him and beg his forgiveness in voices racked by sobs.
The saint, I thought, could not have revealed this to the hermit himself, because the hermit might have refused to speak out against his apprentices. I presumed it was a compliment to my reasoning abilities that Eusebius had not felt it necessary to tell anyone else about this in a vision.
The story was fairly simple when the apprentices had finally told it all. They were worried about their master, who always gave them his last crusts even when he did not have enough himself. They were worried about the rather erratic appearance of pilgrims with offerings of food or coins and distressed because their own agricultural abilities had not progressed much further than goats and lettuce, although this spring they had planted a lentil crop for which they still had high hopes. When, earlier in the spring, a merchant traveler had detoured by the valley and asked for hospitality for the night, they had been more than willing to listen to his proposals.
The thought of obtaining a small but steady cut of the entrepreneurs’ profits, of perhaps seeing more pilgrims once their shrine’s fame began to spread, had been enormously appealing. It was only later, when they found that they were afraid to admit to the hermit what they had done, that they had realized they were trying to make money off the holy things of God.
But by this time their merchant contact had recruited Prince Dominic himself as a backer, and the apprentice hermits had felt unable to back out. This then was why the saint, after fifteen centuries, had begun to think of leaving the valley. Knowing that one of the apprentices would probably replace the old hermit at the Holy Shrine within a few years would have made even a less cranky saint irritated.
The apprentices had apparently made their peace with the hermit. Their leader rose, his face tear-streaked. “I’ll go tell them now,” he said. Refusing the priests’ offer of a horse, he walked quickly toward the cliff and began to climb.
All of us fell silent, watching him. Although the trees of the grove hid much of his ascent, his small figure kept emerging into sight, climbing steadily up the white cliff face. I had a sudden fear of the monster bursting out of the cave and following him, but nothing of the sort happened.
The apprentice reached the top and disappeared. We waited for another ten minutes, then he put his head over the edge and waved, which could have meant anything, and started down again.
This was all Dominic’s fault, I thought, though I wasn’t going to say so. If he hadn’t been willing to accept a cut of the profits, he would have turned these entrepreneurs out of the kingdom long before the saint decided he had to leave.
Twice while we waited, the thin priest said, “Well, since that mystery is solved-” but the hermit always silenced him with a smile.
The apprentice was back at last, tired and sober. “No one was there,” he said. “But I wrote a message on a piece of paper I ripped out of the back of a booklet on the life of Saint Eusebius.” I myself would have wondered if it was sacrilegious to do so; that the apprentice had not hesitated told me more than anything he had already said of his real attitude toward the entrepreneurs.
“I left it at the booth,” he went on, “weighted down with a figurine of a dragon. They must be nearby, though they didn’t answer when I called.”
“And what did you say in your message?” asked the round priest.
“I told them that we had all sinned against God and that this enterprise must be ended at once.”
“Come here, my son,” said the hermit. “You have indeed sinned, but God will wipe away the tears of the truly repentant.” He blessed him and gave all his apprentices the kiss of the peace, while the priests from the city fidgeted.
“I think now,” the hermit said, still smiling, “that there can be no question of removing Saint Eusebius from the grove where he himself served God and where hermits have served that same Lord ever since.”
“We shall see,” said the round priest in notes of self-importance.
The three priests from the city, accompanied by Joachim, brought out candles and a censer and began arranging them around the shrine. They lit the candles, and the youngest priest began to swing the censer. The pungent smell of incense drifted through the grove.
The thin priest went down on his knees before the golden reliquary of the Holy Toe. “Oh, blessed Eusebius!” he called, as loudly as though the saint were up in the top of a tree with the wood nymph. “Listen to our prayers, we beseech thee! We seek to do thy will, in Christ’s name, but thy will has not yet been fully revealed to us. Show us a sign! Show us thy intention! Show us-”
A sharp crack rent the air, stopping the priest in mid-speech. I leaped up, convinced that the sound had been made by the monster, coming with its new mouth to eat us all.
But it was instead the sign the priest had asked for. A second later, thunder rolled across the cloudless sky, and we looked up to see smoke beginning to rise from the edge of the cliff. Lightning from heaven had set fire to the entrepreneurs’ windlass.
The thin priest, still on his knees, stared dumbfounded, as I’m sure I did as well. The Cranky Saint was beginning to be a little too active for my taste.
“I do hope those poor misguided souls had not invested too much in their figurines,” said the old hermit mildly.
Joachim appeared to be almost transfigured by the sight, and it took a minute for the three priests to recover their equilibrium. They did not seem to have expected anything this dramatic.
“This means-” blurted out the youngest priest.
But the thin priest silenced him at once. “It means the saint has listened to our poor prayers,” he said. “This has become a valley of sinful activities, of those who have perverted Christ’s pure purpose,” which seemed a little harsh on the apprentices, considering that the hermit had just forgiven them and promised them God’s forgiveness.
“Now that the sin has been rebuked,” added the round priest, “there can be no doubt that the saint will wish to leave for a more virtuous site.”
For a moment the old hermit looked stunned. “But the saint’s sign-” he began, almost pathetically.
“Wait,” I said suddenly. I had just thought of something. “You priests and hermits don’t want to start squabbling in front of a wizard about interpreting a saint’s intention.” I hoped the Cranky Saint would go along with this. “Once before, fifteen hundred years ago, priests from your city came to take the relic of the Holy Toe, and the saint revealed unambiguously his desire to remain. Test him again the same way!”
I stepped back, watching and waiting while they talked it over. The old hermit turned his smile full on me. The three priests brought out and lit more candles, then knelt in silent prayer for a moment. They then stepped up to the altar and all put their hands on the reliquary.
“Saint Eusebius, we wish to take thy holy relics with us, to honor them and serve thee devotedly,” said the thin priest. “Therefore we beg you to make your will explicit to us, your humble servants. We shall now most reverently lift your reliquary, and ask that you express your desire to accompany us by making the Golden Toe as
