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Libra, the Scales
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The monks gazed wonderingly.
Then the Abbot said, "My lord, there is left but a poor cripple who works under the cook in the kitchen. Scarcely is he one of us."
"Perchance," replied the angel, "yet shall ye bring him hither."
Brother All-Work was on hands and knees, scrubbing the floor of the scullery, when to his amazement he saw the Abbot hurrying toward him.
He struggled up and made a low bow. Had he done something for which he was to be reproved?
"Brother All-Work," said the Superior in a tone of respect, "thy presence is required in the chapel; come straightway with me."
The scullion looked down with dismay at his soiled hands and mean clothing.
But the Abbot hurried him along, and into the chapel.
