mountains, will they know your voice? Will they wait and listen?”
“Who knows? It is said they waited to listen to the Holy Francisco of Assisi.”
“Now, Father, we must speak to the Mexicans in their own language, and give them the clue-word to their own souls. I shall say Quetzalcoatl. If I am wrong, let me perish. But I am not wrong.”
The Bishop fidgetted rather restlessly. He didn’t want to hear all this. And he did not want to answer. He was impotent anyhow.
“Your Church is the Catholic Church, Father?”
“Surely!” said the Bishop.
“And Catholic Church means the Church of All, the Universal Church?”
“Surely, son of mine.”
“Then why not let it be really catholic? Why call it catholic, when it is not only just one among many churches, but is even hostile to all the rest of the