There's a footprint in the scriptorium this morning that wasn't there last night. I've sat in this room for thirty years.

• Brother BrunoSenior sister, your eyebrow's raised so high they can see it from the foot of the mountain.
  Sister DorotheaWhat raised it is your rumor, you.
• Sister JudithThe scriptorium is a silent zone.
  Sister DorotheaMy hands are moving quietly enough, Judit.