At the Father Superior's departure and the continued friendliness of the more junior cleric, Cardinal Osborn felt better about being here. He had been genuinely concerned that his visit would create a hubbub--another reason, among several, why he had not thrilled at the Pope's decision to incardinate him. Still, so far, things seemed to be going okay, and the Priest's amity struck him as genuine, not that Nemo was always the best when it came to reading others, but neither was he terrible at it. What he might have lacked in intuitiveness, he made up for with strong observational and analytical skills, not to mention an excellent memory.
"I appreciate your understanding, Padre," and, for now, at least, the nervous stutter had mostly departed from the young prelate. When in the throes of it, it frustrated Nemo to no end, yet when it seemed to disappear, as he gained some measure of calmness, he would then wonder why it all happened in the first place. As as a young adult studying at the Angelicum, he had approached a few specialists de physique, but they could find no medical, that is to say physiological, cause for his intermittent stammer. Since it almost always accompanied a heightened bout of neuroses, the 31-year-old Cardinal had long suspected it was an issue of the mental and/or emotional faculties, but he could not for the life of him figure it out, especially how to prevent it from occurring.
"From the little I have seen so far, San Giorigio is quite beautiful, a lovely place to live and labor. I'm looking forward to my time here," and it would be a nice change from the rigmarole at the Papal Court (not that Nemo would ever vocalize such an opinion, for he counted the Pope as a friend, which was one reason the Pope had insisted on giving Osborn a "red hat": the latter was trusted by the former as apolitical and not one gunning for higher ecclesiastical office). "Oddly enough, Father, while the journey itself was fatiguing, as all such things usually are, I also feel...energized to be here. It's strange, I always get more nervous--than usual, at least--at new experiences, visiting someplace new...new to me, anyway, yet it is also quite invigorating. I suppose, even for the neurotic, there is a certain thrill in novelty," he admitted quite frankly.
Nodding solemnly at the Padre's comment regarding English-speakers, Nemo sighed plaintively, "Alas, since Henry VIII abandoned the Mother Church, and Queen Elizabeth cemented that sundering of ecclesiastical bonds on the British Isles, there are all too few Anglo Catholics. It is a tragedy how it all played out, and, sadly, we seem to be facing similar difficulties now with France," even as his nervousness around the other Priest had begun to wore off, so, too, did Nemo's verbal inhibitions. He was quite opinionated regarding the problems of the Church in England (and her colonies, current and former) and, now, France, and, honestly, he recognized the Church was not wholly innocent in either situation. There had been too much corruption, oppression, and stifling of philosophical pursuits, especially by the more unlearned of Churchmen and laity. Too much superstition and intellectual laziness, really, but he could not say that in public, either.
A somewhat sour look crossed the Cardinal's face at the mention of his 'wonderful career path', "Well, I think I was assigned to the Inquisition because it was recognized I lacked a certain...suitability for parish life. The curse of being an intellectual is asking questions that the average person, especially the average churchgoer, might have difficulty understanding, or even be discomfited by. Up until very recently, my time at the Angelicum and in the Inquisition had afforded me the opportunity to do what I love, to study, to debate, to ask those difficult questions, and to do so in peace, my eccentricities and ideas tolerated, if not always appreciated, but, now, well..." he could not quite come out and say he was still unhappy at the Pope's decision to elevate him, but Nemo could certainly imply it, "Anyway, I am sure you will do well on your dissertation. Personally, I found the various examinations the most difficult, if only because of the time constraints and...and sense of pressure, while the greatest problem I ran into during the dissertation was tedium."
Cardinal Osborn already knew San Giorgio had an excellent library, but that facet of the locale being brought up elicited a genuine smile to his face, "I am sure I will spend a great deal of time there, Father," and that was the truth: Nemo was an inveterate reader. Listening to Barbaro discuss how he had come to be here, Osborn nodded at the appropriate times to show he was actively listening. At the mention of being only recently ordained, Nemo smiled, "My congratulations, then, on your ordination, and I hope parish life suits you well. It is not for everyone," and Nehemiah counted himself among those for whom such a clerical role was not suited, "but it is one of the most important arenas a Priest can serve in. You will have many people counting on you, not just to guide them spiritually, but also to assist them in temporal matters: whether financial concerns, familial squabbles, and the like. I hope you will handle this role with the utmost seriousness that accompanies such a grave responsibility," and his words were spoke in a very serious tone. Nemo knew of far too many clerics who were disreputable, corrupt, and brought embarrassment and scandal on the Church through their misbehavior and lackadaisical approach to their sacred and secular duties, and it galled the Inquisitor to no end.
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