The novice looked out through the wicket,and when he saw who it was,he drew back the latch and said to him:“Enter.”
And the young fisherman passed in,and knelt down on the sweet-smelling rushes of the floor,and cried to the priest who was reading out of the Holy Book and said to him:“Father,I am in love with one of the seafolk,and my soul hindereth me from having my desire.Tell me how I can send my soul away from me for in truth I have no need of it.Of what value is my soul to me? I cannot see it.I may not touch it.I do not know it.”