"The heart of parents is a deep abyss." the old monk sighed and said to Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, "If you wish for Pierre to attend the seminary, I can indeed recommend him. However, clergy must take the vows of 'poverty, chastity, and obedience,' and cannot have legitimate offspring... I am willing to help, but you both need to think it over, and it is essential that Mr. Mitchell himself be willing."
Mrs. Mitchell looked crestfallen and politely thanked Brother Winters and Reed, and left somewhat distraught.
It was the first time Winters saw Mrs. Mitchell's composure waver; he and the old monk exchanged a glance and simultaneously sighed.
Gerard also became silent and melancholic, barely managing to perk up to continue tending to the roasting pit.
And the night continued on.
Not until the following morning did the whole roasted pig, smoked throughout the night, finally come out of the oven.
