At first he did not hear the Abbot's approach, but the blessed man coughed politely until James stirred, blinking, and placed his quill on the desk.
"Dominus Vobiscum, Brother James."
"Et cum spiritu tuo, Father Abbot." Bowing, James did not see the slow smile spread across the holy man's face as he spied the parchment.
"You have finished the Prayer for The New Year Of Our Lord 2025!!" The Abbot exclaimed, lifting the paper carefully, in case the ink might run. "Brother James, you have brought great glory to God with this work! His Holiness will hear of this, I promise you."
James lifted his face at the kind words of his superior, smiling broadly, the ghostly whiteness of his eyes staring off into the distance.