One day Father Anselm called Goldmund into his pharmacy, his pretty herb pantry full of wondrous smells. Goldmund knew his way around there. The monk showed him a dried plant, ly preserved between two sheets of paper, and asked him if he ks name and could describe it accurately, the way it looked outside in the fields. Yes, Goldmund could; the plant was Johns-wort. He was asked for a precise description of its characteristics. The old man was satisfied and gave his young friend the mission of gathering a good bundle of these plants during the afternoon, in the plants favorite spots, which he indicated to Goldmund.
"In exge youll have the afternoon off from your classes, my boy. Youll have no obje to that, and you wont lose anything by it. Because knowledge of nature is a sce, too—not only your silly grammar."
Goldmund thanked him for the most wele assigo pick flowers for a couple of hours rather than sit in the classroom. To make his joy plete, he aske……（内容加载失败！）
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