- Put your hands up and reach for the sky. Cry for absolution! - Viciously said brother Isidorus to everyone. - Absolution for your sins. For the judgment day has come and all your debts must be faced before God. Your earthly days are over and your desolate life lies wasted before your eyes. Remind yourselves always of the fragility of your lives, and how vain are the glories of this world.
Queen Isabella mindfully listened to his words as he spoke, holding the relic close to her heart. Mother Mary was leaning over the ground doing the same with her breasts against it. One could hear the whispers of other people distant from the group small enough not to be heard. Jacob conferred with the other participants, Dante and Joan among them:
- We must find a way to leave this place. I have a brother somewhere outside and I am willing to find him.
- You would never know whether he is alive. He may not be. Look at those horrors outside. It's impossible. We barely escape ourselves - Dante replied.
- He has exhausted his chances of getting killed… He couldn’t die even if he tried it really hard haha…
- What do you mean? - asked the cardinal
- He is a thief. - Jacob said with gloomy eyes. - He has stolen from the rich all his life. He could even have pilfered something of yours, brother!
- This is outrageous! Such a perfidious creature, that’s it. He is with his peers then.
- Hold your tongue cardinal. You might end up losing it. Remember that there is no more church to grant you your privileges. I wouldn’t bother in ripping more things off from you. Moreover, we don't have any food, as I am not considering spending my last days feeding myself with this meaningless round bread.
- Heretic… Listen to brother Isidorus and what awaits you. I will laugh! - said the cardinal, biting the words.
- The cathedral has catacombs, filled with old ‘holy’ bodies… I buried many of them myself. The halls are pretty long. Who knows where it might lead. It is our only choice.
- Let’s do it - said the executioner, using the best of his vast vocabulary.
- What could be hiding there… - Joan was wondering, afraid.
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This was the exact second that a bang of broken glass was heard by everyone.
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“Dies iræ, dies illa, Solvet sæclum in favilla: Teste David cum Sibylla.
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Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando Iudex est venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus!
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Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem. Amen.”