After this strange night you are awaken and are feeling fresh and rested.
Then you wash, make a prayer to joan of arc and go to the biggest room of the abbayes to have your breakfast.
As usual it’s not allowed to speack while eating so monks are giving handwritten messages to each other, most of the time they are funny messages but today you receive kind words and some indications :
Please go to notre dame µCathedrale in Paris, a taxi, Volkswagen brand car is on the way to pick you up at 9am, May God guard you.
You are standing in front of the main gate as monks are busy with their own tasks.
Beside you are :
Father Augustin, his face is quite red, it’s difficult to say if it’s because of alcohol or cold wind.
Next to him stand his bodyguard Mr Lepoiric, he is carrying a small but wide black bag in his back.
There is also Mr Viraud, the young rich guy who is living in the monastery for some months now even though he is not a monk.
You have heard that he lived a tragedy and decided to stay in this quiet holy place since then, but you are not sure it’s true.
The sun is shining and the sky is blue, it »s a beautiful day, too bad the wind is so cold you are like frozen even with your big blue french coat.
You are all waiting for long now and everyone is watching his watch, it’s already 9.30am but no sign of a taxi.
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