The old abbot could hardly believe it, and the emotions of the moment lent him new strength.

"She has two months yet to go," the old abbot reminded him.

"As if you could stop me," the old abbot boasted.

The old abbot had not been able to contain himself, and now he endorsed my vision of the creation.

The old abbot's joy to see me was pathetic.

The old abbot kept his word, and was the first to try it.

He then comes to understand the meaning of the first half of his old abbot's prophecy.

The old abbot had taken his leave very peacefully; there was no need to feel pain on that account.

"In his moments of passion, I mean," the surprising old abbot continued.

No, his time here was over, the old abbot understood.