The priest knew what would take place in this rainy night.

The priest knew, better than anyone, just how dangerous it could be.

It didn't make much sense on the surface, but the priest knew his course to be the right one.

The priest didn't know what to do and spent the next two days in prayer.

Suddenly the priest knew that the screaming was his own.

It was made of paper, but the priest did not know that.

How had the priest known this attack was to take place tonight?

The priests and the people knew nothing of this, however.

The priest knew then for sure that he would survive this.

The priest knew the answers before he asked the questions.