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to the home from where she had been so cruelly kidnapped.
The monk and the innkeeper sat in the back room of the tavern,
sipping beer from tall crystal glasses. The sun’s rays played on
the crystal and lit up their satisfied faces; the whole incident
had been neatly resolved, with no damage caused, neither to
the church and nor to the tavern. They had arranged for the
injured man to lie in the hospital until his death, which the
doctor assured them was not far off. In his medical records
would be noted that he died after having been wounded in a
drunken brawl. Only the matter of the young girl still bothered
the monk. What precisely would they do with her, and how
would they find her family?
