"Follow me to my grand dining hall where we shall feast and pray."
The man makes his way down another corridor that opens into a grand dining hall with elaborate ceiling paintings.
"How beautiful," remarks Von Harris.
"I have been meaning to paint over those gaudy old markings, they distract visitors from my treasures."
The men help them selves to seats at the dining room table.
"Fools that is not where we eat that is where I sleep, the dining room is back here."
He then opens a door, within is a well stocked winery.
"Look at all these fine vintages in their prime," exclaims Von Harris.
"We shall feast well tonight," says Von Ryan.
"Fools that is my rat crushing instruments, ah there goes one now." The man grabs two a bottles and tosses them at a rat scarring across the floor, missing by several feet.
The men move on past a room filled with aged cheeses and cured meat.
"Perhaps if you got rid of these cheeses you would not have such a rat infestation," said Recalcatrix.
"Spontaneous generation makes fool of us all," chuckles the monk.
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