Lord Byron

The monks were once again very diligent. In the dim cell, filled with books and manuscripts, nothing could be heard except the crinkling rustle of the pages and the scratching of quills. An venerable elder entered through a side door and was greeted silently by the brothers. It was the Armenian bishop, a robust, tall figure with a splendidly shimmering silver beard.

"Still alone?" the bishop spoke to the monks. "Our peculiar friend and study companion is staying longer than usual today."

"And we already miss him," replied Father Paschalis. "His sharp intellect, his talent for grasping the sound, meaning, and spirit of a foreign language, is admirable and highly beneficial for a task like ours."

This wonderful novel by Ernst Willkomm is a reprint of the original edition of the third volume from 1839.