In dumis se celant

The pilgrims were making their way through the wood towards the monastery, with Lucia and Paul following secretly. Soon the pilgrims came to a halt near the monastery, and Richard showed the church to the others. So Lucia and Paul hid in the undergrowth in order to hear them. 
   ‘There’s the church,’ they could hear Richard’s voice. ‘Now go away because you should not be spotted in this place. Farewell.’
   ‘He is a traitor,’ murmured Paul, ‘Father Richard is a traitor. Evil, disgraceful, cowardly, mean, cruel, wicked…’
   ‘Ssh,’ again she put her hand to his mouth, again Paul kissed it.
   ‘Stop it! Take care that the pilgrims don’t hear us.’
   ‘What is to be done?’ asked Paul.
   ‘Seek out your reliable friends and tell them everything. Which of the monks do you trust?’
   ‘Stephen, the teacher, who is sometimes strict but in reality kindhearted.’
   ‘Then tell him; go, hurry into the monastery! Hey, stop! You must take the mule.’ Saying this Lucia got up on to her horse.
   ‘And you,’ he replied, ‘What do you have in mind?’
   ‘I shall keep an eye on Richard. Now it’s time to go!’ Lucia watched him moving slowly towards the monastery with the mule; then she herself spurred on her horse and set off.
 

Credere est intellegere

Stephen was teaching the students theology in the school.
‘Students, I do not seek to understand that I may believe, but I believe so that I may understand. Moreover,’ said Stephen, ‘we come to know philosophy through discussion but the truth itself we recognise by the grace of God. Are you writing? You should be writing.’
   ‘Can we recognise the truth through discussion?’ asked Augustine.
   ‘No,’ replied the master. ‘Why are you always arguing, Augustine? Do you never believe your elders?
   ‘But surely, as Socrates said, a man can come to recognise the truth through argument?’
   ‘Take care you don’t blaspheme,’ warned Stephen. ‘The Greeks indeed were wise, but we are wiser because we have the wisdom of God in addition to their learning. Now we have the truth. Through the truth God’s work on earth is revealed. Now, time to write: to believe is to know, to know is to understand, to understand is to believe…’
   ‘To see is to watch a beautiful woman!’ exclaimed Augustine.
   ‘What did you say?’ asked Stephen.
   ‘Over there is Paul’s girlfriend!’ exclaimed Augustine looking through the window.
   ‘Augustine, if you do not shut up, Father Richard will return to teach you.’
   ‘Paul is there too, leading the mule into the monastery,’ said Augustine.
   ‘Paul? Surely Paul isn’t here?’ said Stephen hurrying to the window. ‘Oh dear, look, the cook is angry. Paul seems to have bought nothing.’
   Soon Paul fled from the kitchen and rushed into the school. ‘Father, father!’ he shouted to Stephen, ‘Father Stephen … Father Richard … Father Richard…’ said Paul stammering.
   ‘Father Richard is not here. What do you want with Father Richard? Tell me.’