Since Aramis's singular transformation into a
confessor of the order, Baisemeaux was no longer the same man.
The viceroy, disappointed in his scheme, vented all his rage upon Father James, whom the patriarch had given him as his
confessor; the good man was carried, bound hand and foot, into the middle of the camp; the viceroy gave the first stab in the throat, and all the rest struck him with their lances, and dipped their weapons in his blood, promising each other that they would never accept of any act of oblivion or terms of peace by which the Catholic religion was not abolished throughout the empire, and all those who professed it either banished or put to death.
For the first of these, secrecy; it is indeed the virtue of a
confessor. And assuredly, the secret man heareth many confessions.
Nor did the Danish power last long, for in 1042 we had in Edward the
Confessor an English king once more.
"Well," said Raoul, "the poor man will get his priest, but, by Heaven, the penitent appears to me to have a better conscience than the
confessor. I confess I am accustomed to priests of a very different appearance."
Besides, you are my other
confessor -- and what I have to say to one the other may hear.
Casting a rapid glance at all those in the room and noticing the count's
confessor there, she glided up to him with a sort of amble, not exactly bowing yet seeming to grow suddenly smaller, and respectfully received the blessing first of one and then of another priest.
There, as it should be, the druggist is a counsellor, a
confessor, an adviser, an able and willing missionary and mentor whose learning is respected, whose occult wisdom is venerated and whose medicine is often poured, untasted, into the gutter.
Besides, a father
confessor should be elderly, it is not at all the role for a young man.
"`A person, whose
confessor I am,' replied he, `and who entertains a high regard for me, applied to me a short time since to procure him a confidential servant.
``Amen!'' answered the Jester; ``a broadcloth penitent should have a sackcloth
confessor, and your frock may absolve my motley doublet into the bargain.''
To be sure that about not letting my nails grow, and marrying again if I have the chance, will not slip out of my head; but all that other hash, muddle, and jumble- I don't and can't recollect any more of it than of last year's clouds; so it must be given me in writing; for though I can't either read or write, I'll give it to my
confessor, to drive it into me and remind me of it whenever it is necessary."