User blog:Moorwhelp/Journal Entry, 25 December

In the safety of the second hidden shelves of the abbey lies this diurnal journal. Though dust accumulates before the spines of a majority of these forgotten texts, the shelf preceding the rough leather bindings of this unmarked book is without dust.

25 December, 2801 A.D.

There is not enough potency in all of the words and eloquence in the universe to dispossess me of the certainty I have of the intentions and resolutions of My Lord Columban.

Nay, no one action of his, whatsoever effect that it could indeed bear, could be presented to me in such a way which I could not presently immediately and at first sight discern the cause and wisdom of it.

Our souls had drawn so unanimously together, they had considered each other with the most solicitous of affection. With this affection laid open the very bedrock of our hearts to the other's view, I not only knew his as well as my own, but should certainly in any concern of mine have trusted my interest and that of my flock much more willingly with him, than with my own worthless skills and abilities.