Knelt, the friars were praying in the stone-made church. It was a winter day in the snowed Pyrenees Mountains. The old monastery was quite, in complete silence. Everything seemed calm except for the kitchen where a fat monk was cooking.
The steam of the pots and pans, the smell of herb and spice mixture were present in the room. The crispy sound of garlics which were fried in pure olive oil, were ready to be added in the tomato sauce.
All in a sudden, a novice monk rushed into the kitchen. He brought a large basket full of fresh vegetables.
-“These vegetables are what our abbot wants you to cook for him and Benedict”.
“Benedict was a monk who held a high position in the abbey since he was in charge of the convent’s library. H e was renowned for his wide knowledge in Theology and Philosophy. Yet, some unconfirmed rumours among the young monks were flying about. All of them referring to Benedict’s passion for the Dark Sciences and “Witchcrafts”.
The cook just took the vegetables and started to wash them carefully to cook them.
Meanwhile, in the library, Benedict was searching for a book he had lost among his favourites. He was in a section of the library not allowed for others to get in. The book he was looking for was De Profundis, meaning From the Bottom of the Abysm.
While he was cautiously looking for the book, he heard steps approaching to the room as if coming from the stairs. The corpulent friar appeared carrying a tray with Benedict’s food.
-“Father, here it is your meal”
Benedict eyed the friar sceptically as if the friar had had being suspecting of something.
Intimidated for such glancing, the plump friar abandoned the library faster.
Three days later, an order from the Vatican asked his immediate presence in Spain where Dominicans were waiting for him anxiously.
Once in the horse carriage, Benedict left his library and some of his books; he was ready to assume his post as Inquisitor. What he did not know was that the first one to be judged was himself.
The steam of the pots and pans, the smell of herb and spice mixture were present in the room. The crispy sound of garlics which were fried in pure olive oil, were ready to be added in the tomato sauce.
All in a sudden, a novice monk rushed into the kitchen. He brought a large basket full of fresh vegetables.
-“These vegetables are what our abbot wants you to cook for him and Benedict”.
“Benedict was a monk who held a high position in the abbey since he was in charge of the convent’s library. H e was renowned for his wide knowledge in Theology and Philosophy. Yet, some unconfirmed rumours among the young monks were flying about. All of them referring to Benedict’s passion for the Dark Sciences and “Witchcrafts”.
The cook just took the vegetables and started to wash them carefully to cook them.
Meanwhile, in the library, Benedict was searching for a book he had lost among his favourites. He was in a section of the library not allowed for others to get in. The book he was looking for was De Profundis, meaning From the Bottom of the Abysm.
While he was cautiously looking for the book, he heard steps approaching to the room as if coming from the stairs. The corpulent friar appeared carrying a tray with Benedict’s food.
-“Father, here it is your meal”
Benedict eyed the friar sceptically as if the friar had had being suspecting of something.
Intimidated for such glancing, the plump friar abandoned the library faster.
Three days later, an order from the Vatican asked his immediate presence in Spain where Dominicans were waiting for him anxiously.
Once in the horse carriage, Benedict left his library and some of his books; he was ready to assume his post as Inquisitor. What he did not know was that the first one to be judged was himself.
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