“Hooray!”
cried the friar to the liar with the title of esquire. “The sun is out and it’s
a glorious day. I pray good fortune comes our way.”
“Oh, my dear
friar,” said the liar. “I’m afraid the forecast is extremely dire.”
“Dire?”
asked the friar. “What terrible fate could be bestowed upon us? What will
transpire?”
“Death and
destruction this very day,” replied the liar with a look of dismay.
“Inconceivable horrors too awful to convey.”
The friar eyed
the liar with concern. “How did you come by such knowledge? How did you learn?”
“Just last
night I had a vision of Hell. Monstrosities roamed the earth and fireballs
fell. The message came to me as the dream unfurled. These were images of the
end of the world.”
“Then we
must pray, my friend. Pray for our sins before the end or prepare to meet our
doom,” said the friar with a look of gloom.
“There is
only one way to obtain deterrence. But it would require penance. An immediate
severance.”
“Yes, I
understand. Your wish is my command.”
“Your
penance will require stealth,” said the liar to the friar. “Go home now and
bring back your wealth.”
“But what
will you do when I return?”
“I shall go
far away and watch it burn. It would be best if I left on my own. It’s the only
way that we can atone.”
“Yes, my
good man!” cried the friar as he ran. “I’ll be back soon. I’ll be as quick as I
can!”
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