In the audience, when it became clear that no such reorientation would occur, Thurgot’s patience snapped.
“Don’t you realise that your attitude has cost our dear brother his life?”
“Dare you address your bishop in this way, Prior? And shabbily seek to transfer your grave fault to another?”
“My fault?” Thurgot could scarcely believe his ears, his face puce with rage, he roared,
My“How can it be my fault?”
my“Examine your conscience, Prior Thurgot—if you had devised a roster involving only the younger monks to draw water, the old man would be alive today. I suggest you seek your confessor and fulfil penance for your negligence.”
Thurgot glared at the bishop, spun on his heel without waiting to be dismissed and marched back to the monastery.
The man is a sanctimonious sinner unworthy t
