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Oliver thinks the coast is clear, but two Team Rocket Grunts stream the footage of Silver back to Dr. Namba, who is watching his operation closely from his underwater lab facility. Inside the base, Dr. Namba orders his agents to move forward and retrieve "mysterious Pokémon X", the code name for Silver. A submarine soon jets off from the base to complete the task. The two Rocket agents quickly net Silver. Oliver orders Lanturn to attack them, while he and Silver dive underwater to escape. As the three swim away, they are forced to change course when the Rocket submarine surfaces. The pursuit continues, and Oliver swims passed Ash and the others, with Silver instantly catching their attention. The Team Rocket trio also watch the scene unfold from their Magikarp submarine's periscope. James instantly recognizes Silver as a Lugia, remembering the one from the Orange Islands.
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The Abbot had dispensation from the nightoffice. The sub-prior was in his place. Moreover,the Abbot was away, having ridden on hiswhite mule, with attendants, to Middle Forest, tothe castle of Montjoy.
He began, blue-eyed, young and keen, to talkof travel that he wanted so badly! He was talkingas youth might talk to motherhood, whoalways listened. Cathay and Ind by the westernway! They hung over the fire, the fog cameabout the house; they were far, far, far away!
Rowing away fast from that he shot up riverand then to the other side, and beneath willowsshipped oars and sat head on hands, thinkingfirst how all impossible it was, and then, verywretchedly of Somerville.
Monk of Silver Cross was gone, whirled awayto the dark country behind Chaos and there deadand buried peacefully. Here was Richard Englefieldthe master goldsmith. And yet not thateither. Here was one who had risen behind goldsmithand monk, who had come up like a tree thatwas not suspected.
He worked, Richard the smith. He gained, noman knew how, two bits of iron. The cell wasgrated. He filed through a bar and then another,and in the night-time broke the whole away. Fortuneor wonder or the miraculous or some naturalair into which he had broken was with him.[Pg 186]It might have been the last, his will was soawakened, so in action. His fury towered, but itwas still fury, very deep and dangerous, bitterpassion of a man with mind and will. He sawSuccess and drew her to him as giants draw. Inthe dead night he got away.
Again he went away. The next day, suddenly,while he was turning in his hands a bar of silver,his thoughts for a moment ran gold. He wasback with a certain day in his stone workroomat Silver Cross and he was making a cup for AbbotMark to give to a bishop. The great picturewas in his thoughts, the Blessed among women.There were rolling fields and the villages of Palestine.[Pg 235]Palestine? Everywhere she was, shewas everywhere! That day had been two yearsago. Now again to-day he saw that everywhereshe was, that she was everywhere. Everywhere!In all realms, upper and lower, afar andnear, great and small. Everywhere. Who hadhurt her? No one and nothing. Naught!
The street lay hot under the sun, the streetstretched dim and breathless under clouds. Rainpoured down, freshness and song of the seadrawn into the air. The wind sang his great songof vigour. Fog came and shut the eyelids of theworld, then passed away and one started as fromsleep. Snow fell in small flakes or in large flakes,in few or in many. The street lay white, theroofs white.
With their hands they beat away the snow andwith their arms they lifted. The man and womanmoved feebly. They lived, though in an hour,maybe, they would not have lived. The Brothersbore them to the House and made for themwarmth and cheer. Life flowed again, red cameto the lip, light to the eyes, strength to the frame.[Pg 278]They rested through that day and night in theguest house of the monastery.
He had grown so that without any consciencepang at all he was glad that Morgen Fay had notbeen burned there by town cross. They hadlighted the fagot pile, anyhow, for perchance itmight make her suffer, the witch flown awaywith the demon! It had burned away in smokeand flame, but now for long he knew it had notharmed her. Harming and healing were not justas men thought them! Morgen Fay. Wherewas she? He saw her behind circumstance, likeIsabel, like the great picture, like herself, likeMorgen Fay. And Morgen Fay, neither, hadbeen just as he thought her. Seeing further hemight see her still more really, as he now saw[Pg 283]Montjoy and Silver Cross and all things elsemore really.
The sea sounded, and he came over whiteroad to sight of it. Below lay a fishing village;he saw the nets and the boats. A small, poor placeit was, but it had the salt of the sea and the roseof the morning. Montjoy, coming down to it,found himself on clean sand and the tide comingin. Certain boats were up and away, he sawtheir deep-coloured sails standing out betweensand and horizon. Others for reasons bided thisday in haven. Two or three were drawn upon thebeach, and here, too, above the tide a new boat wasmaking. About this was gathered a small crowdof folk, perhaps a score in all. As Montjoy camenear he saw that they were listening to one whospoke, standing upon the sand among the shavingsand chips, underneath the clean bowsprit.Some were from other boat or from work uponthe nets or from the line of houses. A score, perhaps,seated and standing, eyes turned to thespeaker.
The hubbub sank away. The tide came in witha quiet rhyme. Morning sand shone in a greatgolden stillness. Village and sea and boats heldin contentment. The fisher folk sat or stood,listening. The speaker was speaking, Montjoya pilgrim, listening, agreeing. Quiet and the saltair and the sun. Quietness and certitude. I am,from everlasting to everlasting.