Gravis in discipulo stupor

So while Lucia was still hidden in the eaves Paul was going mental as he raced into the cloister to look for the abbot, ‘Father, Father,’ he shouted breathlessly, ‘Father Abbot!’ Lucia could hear his voice and was worried.
‘What is the matter with you, boy?’ asked the abbot.
‘Stephen is dead.’
‘You’re crazy.’
‘I’m telling you the truth!’
‘Foolish boy! Why do you always speak of idle fantasies? Here, I'll tell you the truth: not long ago Father Stephen went off and entered the church. He was following Father Richard and the others into the church to prepare for vespers.’
‘Richard?’
‘Yes.’
‘Please, Father, look out of the window so that you may see the sack which contains Stephen’s body – may he rest in peace.’
‘I can see no sack.’
‘Follow me, Father, so you may see it for yourself.’
Not long afterwards the two men returned. ‘Believe me, Sir,’ Paul was saying, ‘Stephen’s body had been in that sack!’
‘Now that’s enough chatter. This is the time we should be in the church, so we may say vespers. You, boy, have been overcome with an infatuation. Ah, look, Father Richard,’ said the abbot as Richard approached. ‘Father Richard, this student seems to be suffering from a severe case of senselessness; so he should be taken to the doctor immediately.’
‘I’ll take him gladly, my lord,’ replied Richard.
‘No! I speak the truth,’ shouted Paul.
‘The boy is clearly out of his mind.’
Suddenly, in a most furious rage, in rushed breathless Lucia.

 
Puer turpissimus!

‘Lady Lucia? What business have you in this place?’ asked the abbot, rising from his chair.
‘That fellow is worse than the devil!’ she exclaimed, with a very angry gesture towards the astonished Paul.
‘Please, young lady, calm down,’ said the abbot.
‘He is always sending me insolent verses. I wanted to hush it up, but shame forbids me.’
‘Verses? Whose verses?’
‘Erotic poems of Catullus.’
‘Catullus? In this church? What do you say, boy?’
‘No, I’ve never sent poems of Catullus to this girl,’ said Paul, now himself becoming worried.
‘Look, the book,’ said the young girl, and so saying handed the abbot the book which she had obtained from Augustine. Then she struck Paul’s face with her hand. ‘He is wicked. An absolute disgrace!’
‘My dear girl, stop,’ said the abbot, trying to calm her.
‘Forgive me, Father Abbot,’ and she began to cry.
‘You’ve heard the charges, boy. What do you say?’ By now several monks were nearby.
‘I don’t know, Sir, I don’t know.’
‘Then you will be severely punished, you wretch!’ and he gave Paul a second blow.
‘Father Abbot, stop!’ shouted Lucia.
‘You ask me to stop? But he ought to be punished!’
‘He’ll certainly be punished, but Count Charles wants to resolve it himself. The defendant must be taken immediately to the castle under guard.’
‘Count Charles will want to see him?’
‘Of course. He cares for his daughter.’
‘So be it,’ said the abbot. ‘Some pilgrims will be leaving the monastery today. They can escort you to the castle,’ and saying this he threw Augustine’s book into the fire. Then, after the monks had taken the prisoner away, and everyone other than he himself and Richard had departed, the abbot whispered ‘Tell them to kill the boy and the girl.’