QUOTE : The Archdeacon gripped it (the chalice) more firmly, and, keeping his eyes on it, turned to face the others.<br /><br />Something is going on, he said, almost harshly. I do not know what. It may be that God is dissolving it-but I think there is devilry. Make yourselves paths for the Will of God . . .”<br /><br />“Pray,” the Archdeacon cried out, “pray, in the name of God. They are praying against him tonight. . . .”<br /><br />“Against what shall we pray?” The Duke cried.<br /><br />“Against nothing,” the Archdeacon said. “Pray that he who made the universe may sustain the universe, that in all things there may be delight in the justice of His will.”<br /><br />. . . The tower was indeed a tower of defence, though it offered no aggression, and resisted whatever there was to be resisted merely by its own immovable calm.