in the early hours , when no one dared to stir , and the good franciscan priest knelt awake in his cell , saying his rosary , and begging god for understanding of what was happening - this priest , you remember , who had befriended me at the inn , who had dined with me and warned me , not in anger like his dominican brother , but in kindness - while this priest prayed , i crept into the franciscan church and i too prayed .