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which allured you away from Heaven to follow
Lucifer and caused your fall. Be on your guard,
be silent, be vigilant!”
He was gone. I looked at the aged archangel,
and the aged archangel looked at me. I thought
it wiser to say nothing, but I watched him from
the corner of my eye. Presently I saw him
unbuckle his sword belt and with great
precaution put his sword against a column of
lapis-lazuli. He looked quite relieved. His old face
was so kind, his eyes were so mild that I felt sure
he was all for peace like myself.
“Venerable Archangel,” I said timidly, “shall
I have to wait long for St. Peter?”
“I heard the trumpets sounding in the Hall
of Judgment,” said the Archangel, “they are
judging two cardinals who have summoned St.
Peter to assist them in their defence. No, I do
not think you will have to wait for long,” he
added with a chuckle, “as a rule not even St.
Ignatius, the sharpest lawyer in Heaven,
succeeds in wriggling them through. The Public
Prosecutor is more than a match for him. He
was a monk called Savonarola whom they burned
at the stake.”
“God is the Supreme Judge and not man,” I
said, “and God is merciful.”
“Yes, God is the Supreme Judge and God is
merciful,” repeated the Archangel. “But God
rules over countless worlds, far greater in
splendour and wealth than the half-forgotten little
star these two men came from.”
The archangel took me by the hand and led
me to the open archway. With awe-stricken
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