(I could not resist to forge some little epilogue!)
‘BANG! BANG! BANG!’
The cathedral cloister, later that evening. The monk on night porter duty suddenly hears a loud banging on the gate.
“Open this door! Immediately!”
A bit startled, the monk opens the gate.
“Who... are you!?”
“Answer me! Are the novices still on their cross!?”
“Yes, Sir, but… who are you? We did not expect anyone anymore!?”
“No one expects me! Is that pervert cardinal still here, and his lewd helper Archbishop Wragg!? And the abbesses!? Are they still here!? Answer me!?”
“Yes, Sir, yes they are!”
“Then, let me in! Immediately!”
“But, Sir, who are you!?”
“My name is Loxuru! Cardinal Loxuru! Chief Prosecutor of the Spanish Inquisition! I come to make an end to that cardinal’s shameful, blasphemous competition!”
“Spanish Inquisition? But, Your Eminence!? We are not in Spain!?”
“Never mind! Here is my Spanish Inquisition badge! We have the right to access all church possessions! Cathedrals, cloisters, dormitories, even the most remote scullery and the Riesling cellar! And I insist you let me in, since not obeying a magistrate of the Spanish Inquisition is an act of heresy! It is up to you, good man!?”
“Yes, Your Eminence! Please come in!”
“And my arrest squad and the interrogator team! Guys! Install the movable torture benches! Prepare the whips and the shackles and heat up the irons! Start with stripping naked those abbesses and suspend them by their wrists! It is going to be a hot night!”