Kornhoer’s face twisted apologetically. "Really, Father Abbot, I haven’t lost my temper with him even once. Oh, we’ve had words, but-" He shrugged. "He doesn’t want anything moved. He keeps mumbling about witchcraft and the like. It’s not easy to reason with him. His eyes are half-blind now from reading by dim light- and yet he says it’s Devil’s work we’re up to. I don’t know what to say."