Nt, very high in heaven." "She was a farmer's lass, a peasant like
yourself. She would speak to you, gladly and kindly, if you saw her, and
in your own language, too. Trust her." "But I do not know enough about
her." "Listen, Pierre. I have thought for you. I will appoint the first
part of your penance. You shall take the risk of being recognized and
caught. You shall go down to that village there and visit the places
that belong to her--her basilica, her house, her church. Then you shall
come back here and wait until you know--until you surely know what you
must do. Will you promise this?" Pierre had risen and looked up at the
priest with tear-stained face. But his eyes were quieter. "Yes, Father,
I can promise you this much faithfully." "Now I must go my way.
Farewell, my son. Peace in war be with you." He held out his hand.
Pierre took it reverently. "And with you, Father," he murmured. The
Absolving Dream Antoine Courcy was one of those who are fitted and
trained by nature for the cure of souls. If you had spoken to him of
psychiatry he would not have understood you. The long word would have
been Greek to him. But the thing itself he knew well. The preliminary
penance which he laid upon Pierre Duval was remedial. It belonged to the
true healing art, which works first in the spirit. When the broken
soldier went down the hill, in the blaze of the mid-morning sunlight,
towards Domremey, there was much misgiving and confusion in his
thoughts. He did not comprehend why he was going, except that he had
promised. He was not sure that some one might not know him, or perhaps
out of mere curiosity stop him and question him.