Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty

evening prayer The Dean spoke to the visitor again.William tried to solve the riddle of the maze, and succeeded in solving it in the most logical way.then william and adeso eat cheese biscuits The dean was waiting for us, looking worried, with a piece of paper in his hand. "I've just had a letter from Abbot Conkers," he said. "He's telling me who is the man who, in John's trust, is in command of the French soldiers and is in charge of the security of the delegation. This man is not a soldier, not a member of the Holy See." people, and he was part of the delegation at the same time."

"A special combination of different properties." William said a little anxiously, "Who is he?" "Bernard Guidoni, or Bernard Guidoni, call him whatever you like." William cursed under his breath in his native language, which I couldn't understand, nor could the Dean, or maybe it was better for both of us, because William's words had a hiss of incomprehensible words. "I don't like it," he added at once. "For many years, Bernard swept up the heretics around Toulouse, and he also wrote a "Handbook for Judges of Heretics", explaining how to execute and destroy Waldensea, Bergos. Followers of sects such as De, Fradiselli, and Dolcino."

"I know. I've read the book, and it's informative." "It's rich in content." William added, "he is loyal to John. In recent years, John has sent him to Flanders and northern Italy many times. Even after he was appointed Bishop of Galicia, he never came I passed his diocese, and continued to be his magistrate. I thought he had retired, and apparently John recalled him, and sent him here in northern Italy. But why must Bernard be found among so many candidates, And let him command the soldiers...?" ※Bandhammer Schoolの重学书 E-book※ "There is only one answer," said the abbot, "and it confirms the fears I expressed to you yesterday. Even if you don't admit it, you are well aware of the poor status of Christ and the Church, and the many heresies promoted by the Perugian monks. What the action stands for is no different, although it is based on a rich theological argument and is less radical, and Michael, who wanted to prove that Cesena was on the same side as Ubertino and Angelo Crenuu, was not Difficult. So far, the two delegations are expected to agree. But Guidoni is not quick and skillful, and he will try to stick to the ideas of Perugia and those of Fradiselli and the false apostles The saying is the same."

"It was predictable. I mean: we knew things would get to this point, even without Bernard. It's just that Bernard's actions will be more active, and the debate with him will naturally have to be more cautious." "Yes," said the Abbot, "but at this point we shall return to the questions raised yesterday. If by tomorrow we have not found out who committed these two—perhaps three—murders, I have nothing but permission to do so." Bernard has temporarily taken over the affairs of the monastery. Because of Bernard's power (plus the agreement between us), I cannot hide from him the inexplicable incidents that happened in this monastery. Otherwise, in case something happens again Mysterious thing, he has every reason to accuse us of treachery..."

"That's right," William murmured worriedly, "but I really can't think about it. Maybe it's better that way. Bernard will concentrate on the assassin, so he won't have much time to participate in the debate." "Letting Bernard investigate the murderer is nothing less than a thorn in my prestige, remember this. This gloomy incident made me cede part of my power in this monastery for the first time. Unprecedented in the history of this house, or even the history of the Order of Croniac. I just want to avoid it as much as possible. Where is Berengar? What happened to him? What are you doing again? ?”

"I'm just a monk who was an inquisitor long ago, and you know it's impossible to find out the truth in two days. Then again, what power have you given me? Can I go into the library? Can I ask Every question I want to ask, always backed by your authority?" "I don't think these crimes have anything to do with the library," said the dean angrily. "Adelmo is a book decorator, Venantius is a translator, Berengar is an assistant librarian..." William explained patiently. "All sixty monks, if you put it that way, have something to do with the library, and have something to do with the chapel. Why don't you investigate the chapel, then? Brother William, you are doing this at my request, and at the Within the scope of my restrictions. As for the others, in this place, I am the master next to God and under the protection of God. It is the same for Bernard." He said in a softer tone, "Anyway, it is possible that Bernard did not come here just for this meeting. The abbot of Conkers wrote that the Pope asked Cardinal Bertrand of Pogito to come here from Bologna. To lead the Holy See delegation. Perhaps Bernard is here to meet the Cardinal."

"If you think about it, it would be worse. Bertrand is sweeping up the heretics in central Italy. The meeting of these two fighters against heresy may cause an even bigger frenzy in the country, and finally the entire Franciscan Order It will be doomed.” "If such a thing happened, we would inform the emperor immediately," said the Abbot, "but as it stands, there is no imminent danger. We just need to be on the alert. Good-bye." After the dean left, William was silent for a while, and then he said to me: "Adesso, the most important thing is that we must not panic and mess ourselves up. Haste makes waste, not to mention that we have to put many personal Little experiences put together. I'm going back to the laboratory, I've lost my glasses, and not only can I not read the manuscript, it's useless to go back to the library tonight."

At that moment Nicholas of Morimondo came running towards us in a distraught state.He tried to sharpen the pair of glasses that would suit William better, but they broke. The other, which was barely replaceable, came apart when he tried to fit it on the frame.Nicholas pointed to the sky dejectedly, it was already the time for evening prayers, and twilight began to shroud it.I couldn't do any more crafting that day.Another day lost, William thought gloomily, resisting (as he later confessed to me) the urge to strangle the glazier, despite Nicholas's pitiful look. We left Nicholas, mortified, to inquire about the results of the search for Berengar.Naturally, no one found him.

We felt a little cornered and wandered the corridors for a while, not knowing what to do next.William stared blankly into the air, lost in his thoughts without seeing it.Earlier, he took out the herb that I had seen him gather a few weeks ago from his monk's robe, and now he chewed it in his mouth, as if it could calm him down.In fact, he seemed to be absent-minded, but occasionally his eyes would flash as if he had a new idea, and then he would fall into thought again.He said suddenly, "Of course, we can... "How?" I asked. "I'm thinking of a way to solve the maze. It's not simple, but it will be very effective... After all, we know that the exit is in the east tower. Now, suppose there is a device that can tell us where the north is, it will What's the situation?"

"Then we just turn right and we're headed east. Otherwise we'd go in the opposite direction and know we're headed for the southern tower. But even if there's such magic, a maze is a maze, and we're going east very quickly We will run into a wall blocking us, making us unable to go straight, and as a result, won’t we get lost again?” I said. "Yes, but the instrument of which I speak will always point north, and though we change course, it will direct us to turn in that way wherever we go." "That would be amazing. But we must have this instrument, and it can still point north indoors at night, because we can't see the sun or the stars...I don't believe even your Bacon has such an instrument. "I laughed.

"But you are mistaken," said William. "Such an instrument has been invented, and some navigators have used it. It does not need stars or sun, for it uses the power of a stone, and we in Seville This stone was seen in the laboratory of Nuth, the one that attracts iron. Bacon and one of Picard's ghosts, Pierre of Merrico, have described its many uses .” "But can you build such an instrument?" "It won't be too difficult. This stone can be used to make many wonderful instruments, including a machine that can move forever without external force. But it was an Arab who first discovered it. Take a basin of water, and put A cork is put into the water to let it float, and an iron needle is inserted into the cork. Then take the magnet and circle it around above the water until the needle has the same characteristics as the stone. At this time, the needle It will bend to the north, no matter how you move the water basin, it will still point to the north, and it will never change. Obviously, as long as you remember the north, and mark the three positions of east, south and west on the edge of the basin , then you won’t get the wrong direction no matter how you turn around in the library, and you will definitely be able to walk to the east tower in the end.” ※Bandhammer Academyの重学E书※ "That's wonderful!" I exclaimed, "but why does the needle always point north? The stone attracts iron, I saw it, and I imagined that there was a great deal of iron attracting the stone. So... …In the direction of Polaris, the most extreme part of the earth, there is a large amount of iron ore!" "Actually, some people have guessed this way, but the direction of the magnetic needle is not facing the morning star, but toward the intersection of the meridians. This phenomenon shows that the magnetic tendency of the two poles is from the sky, not the poles of the earth. This also Illustrates the possibility of causing movement even at great distances; this is what my friend Janton studied, when the emperor did not ask him to let Avignon sink into the center of the earth..." I said excitedly: "Let's go, get the stone of Severinus, and a basin, some water, and a cork..." "Wait a minute," said William, "I don't know why, but I have never seen an instrument that works perfectly, no matter how well the scholars describe it. Yet the farmer's scythe, which has never been described by the scholars, rarely produces anything. Mistake... I'm afraid I'm going around the maze with a lamp in one hand and a basin of water in the other... wait! I've got another idea. Even though we're outside the maze, the instrument still points north, doesn't it?" I said, "Yes, but it's of no use out there, because we can have the sun and the stars..." "I know, I know. But if instruments work indoors and out, shouldn't our brains do the same?" "Our brains? Of course, they can work on the outside. In fact, aren't we very clear about the design of the cathedral when we are outside? But once we are inside, we will get confused!" "That's right. Now let's leave the instrument aside for a moment, and think about the key that brings me to the laws of nature and thought. The conclusion is that we must find a way of describing the interior of the cathedral from the outside..." "But how do you find it?" "Let us use the mathematical sciences. Only in mathematics, as Averroes said, do we have the same thing as what we think we know." "Then you admit the general concept." "Mathematical concepts are propositions established by our understanding which, however they operate, necessarily lead to truths, either because they are inherent or because mathematics was invented before the other sciences. The men who built the library were well versed in mathematics , the maze can be designed only on the basis of mathematics. We must therefore compare our mathematical propositions with those of the architect, and from this comparison deduce a science based on terms and conditions. Anyway, don't drag me into Metaphysical discussion. What did you do today? You have a good eye, so take a piece of parchment, a clipboard, anything you can put a mark on, and a stylus... well, you Yes? Very well, Adso. Let's walk around the cathedral and have a good look while there's still a little daylight." So we walked around the cathedral, observing the east, south, and west towers from a distance, and the walls between the towers.The other half towered over the cliff, though for reasons of symmetry it couldn't have been much different from the half we saw. William stated our observations, which I wrote down in my notebook: each wall had two windows, and each tower had five. "Now, think about it," my mentor said to me, "every room we see has a window..." "Only the heptagonal room doesn't have one," I said. "Naturally, they are the rooms in the center of each tower." "There are a few rooms where we don't see windows, but they're not heptagonal." "Forget about the rooms: first, we'll find out the rules, and then we'll try to explain the exceptions. So, we deduce that there are five rooms looking out on each tower, and two on each straight wall. Each of these rooms has a window. But continuing from the room with windows to the interior of the chapel, we will come to another room with windows, which shows that in addition to the windows on the outside, there are also windows on the inside. Now, what is the shape of the inner patio, which can be seen from both the kitchen and the office?" "Octagon," I said. "Excellent. In the office, there are two windows on each side of the octagon. Does that mean that there are two interior rooms on each side of the octagon? I guess right?" "Yes, but what about the rooms without windows?" "There are eight rooms without windows. That is to say, the heptagonal room in the center of each tower has five walls leading to five rooms on the outside. Then what are the other two walls adjoining? Not along the outer wall The rooms built, otherwise there should be windows; nor the rooms next to the octagonal patio, except for the same reason, wouldn't these rooms become very long rooms? Try to draw a view of the library from above. blueprint. Each tower must have two rooms adjoining the heptagonal room and leading to two rooms built along the inner octagonal patio." I tried to draw a floor plan according to William's prompt, and shouted happily: "Now we have unraveled everything! Let me do the math... There are fifty-six rooms in the library, four of which are heptagonal." , the other fifty-two rooms are approximately square, of which eight rooms have no windows, twenty-eight rooms face the outside, and sixteen rooms face the inside!" "Five rooms in each of the four towers have four walls, and a heptagonal room...The library is designed according to a celestial harmony, and contains many wonderful meanings..." "Great discovery," I said, "but why is it so difficult for us to get a bearing?" "Because what does not conform to the laws of mathematics is the arrangement of passages. Some rooms allow you to go to several other rooms, but some can only lead to another room. Let's think carefully whether we can let you go to A room to go somewhere else. Once you think about it, add the lack of light or any clues that might be derived from the position of the sun (maybe add hallucinations and mirrors) and you'll see how you got into the maze Man is always confused, especially when he has been haunted by a sin. Remember how eager we were when we could not find our way last night. It seems a kind of Spectacular calculation. The architects of the library are respectable masters." "Then how do we go?" "It shouldn't be difficult by now. The picture you drew is probably the floor plan of the library. As soon as we got to the first heptagonal room, we immediately went to the room without windows. Then, Keep turning to the right, and after passing two or three rooms, we should be in a tower again, which can only be the north tower. Then we enter another room without windows, on the left, corresponding to the heptagonal room Neighboring, going to the right, we shall find again the same path I have just described, until we reach the western tower." "Yes, if every room had access to every other room..." "That's right. We'll need your map for that reason, noting the walls without access, so we know the way we're going around. But that won't be too difficult." "But does it really work?" I was puzzled, I thought it was a no-brainer. "It works," William replied, "but unfortunately, we haven't solved everything yet. We have figured out how to avoid getting lost. Now we must know whether there is also a rule to follow for the distribution and management of books in each room .The verses taken from the Book of Revelation give us no clues, not least because there are many of the same sentences repeated in different rooms...” "Yet there are far more than fifty-six verses that can be quoted in the Epistles!" "Undoubtedly. So only certain lines are usable. Oddly enough, the lines seem to be less than fifty: thirty or twenty . . . Oh, similar to Merlin's algorithm!" "Who are you talking about?" "It doesn't matter. It's a magician in my country...they use as many verses as there are letters! Of course, that's the point! The text of the verse doesn't matter, it's the letters that begin with it. Every Each room is marked with a letter, and the words formed together are what we must discover!" "Like a poem represented by the circle of a cross or a fish!" "Almost, perhaps at the time the library was being built, this kind of poetry was in vogue." "But where does the text of it begin?" "Probably a sentence in a larger font than the others, in the heptagonal room in the east tower... or... oh, of course, a sentence painted red!" "But there are a lot of sentences that are painted in red!" "So there must be many sentences, or many words. Now make your map bigger and clearer. When we go to the library, you will write down every room we pass. , and the position of the doors, walls, and windows, and the initials of every line in the room. Like a good book decorator, make the red-painted letters larger." "I find it strange," I said admiringly, "why you have solved the riddle of the library from the outside, but not when you are inside?" "This is how God knows the world, because he conceived it in his mind, as if he saw it from the outside, and then created it. We don't know its rules, because we live in it, and it has already been formed. .” "Then one can learn many things by observation from outside!" "Artificial creations can, because we mentally explore the workings of the designer. But natural creations are not. They are not the result of our mind's thinking." "But that's enough for the library, isn't it?" "Yes," said William, "but only for the library. Now let's go back to the room and rest. I can't do anything else until tomorrow morning, and I hope I'll have a new pair of spectacles by then." .We might as well get a good night's sleep and get up early. I'll think about it again." "What about dinner?" "Ah, of course, dinner. It's past dinner time, and the monks are off to the chapel for vespers. But the kitchen may still be open, go get something." "Steal?" "Ask Salvatore, isn't he your friend now?" "But he will steal it!" "Have you guarded your brother?" William quotes Cain.But I knew he was joking, while stating that God is great and forgiving.So I went to Salvatore and found him near the stables. "Nice beast," I gossiped, nodding at Brunells, "I wish I could ride him." "That can't be done. It's the dean's horse. But a beautiful horse doesn't necessarily run fast." He pointed to a strong but somewhat ugly horse: "That one is also good...and this one..." He wanted to point out a third horse to me.His funny Latin words made me laugh. I asked him, "How are you going to take care of that horse?" He told me a strange story.He said that any horse, even the oldest and weakest, could be made to run as fast as Brunales.Just mix a herb called sal into his oats, let him eat it, and rub tallow on his legs.Then you get on the horse's back, turn the horse's head to the east, and whisper beside it: "Nikander, Makaiwo, and Mechiza." Three times, kick the horse's belly again.The horse would gallop forward, the distance Brunners might have run in eight hours in an hour.If you hang spikes around the horse's neck, the horse will be more brisk and effortless when galloping. I asked him if he had tried this method before.He leaned towards me, whispering in my ear, exhaling very badly.He said that was difficult because now only the bishops and their powerful friends planted the sal tree, using it to increase their power.Then I stopped babbling with him and told him that my tutor wanted to read some books in the room tonight, so I hoped to have dinner in the room. "I'll make it," he said, "I'll make cheese biscuits." "How to do it?" "Easy. Before the cheese gets too hard, you cut it into pieces or slices. Then you add a little lard and roast it over a small fire. When the cheese softens, you put them in two pieces. Stack the pieces together and serve them on the table immediately, because this thing must be eaten while it is soft and hot." "Then have cheese biscuits," I told him. He asked me to wait for a while, and then he went into the kitchen, and he came back half an hour later, holding a plate covered with a white cloth in his hand, and the aroma was mouth-watering. "Here," he said, handing me the tray and a large oil lamp full of oil. "What is it for?" I asked him. "I still have to ask you!" he said slyly. "Isn't it necessary for your mentor to go to some dark place tonight?" It seems that Salvatore knows a lot.I didn't ask him any more questions, and went to William with food.After we had eaten, I retreated to my room.At least that's my excuse.I had to find Ubertino, so I sneaked back to the chapel.