Eagle Byzantium

Therefore, their journey only arrived at the entrance to the Constantine City Wall and stopped. "Okay, before sunset comes, we'd better return to the dormitory under the Tomb of Saint Basil as soon as possible."

But Peter stubbornly requested to cross the road to Mount Ekkinon and go to the Cathedral of St. John behind the Golden Gate. He was going to see the Patriarch there, His Excellency Idorus. If your Excellency is willing to invoke us, then you don’t have to wait any longer to see your Majesty the Emperor directly.”

Seeing that what Peter said made sense, the stubborn prison guard agreed. He also knew that if the Pope's secret letter was in his hands for one more day, he would be in danger of having nightmares. So the three of them, accompanied by several of their subordinates on foot, passed through paths full of cemeteries and cross tombstones, climbed over Mount Aikekinon, and arrived in front of the more majestic St. John's Cathedral.

Idorus, an amiable man in robes with eyes shining with a thirst for wisdom, politely apologized to Peter, saying that he had been presiding over the feast of relics and that the entire church had come to attend. There were so many, so it took a lot of time.

In front of the square of the church, there were indeed aristocratic men and women coming and going. On both sides were apartments for them to stay during the ceremony. The men's area and the women's area were completely separated. Even couples had to separate during the ceremony. Residence, lest you involuntarily defile the sacred church.

"Don't worry, it just so happened that His Excellency Masdas, the Patriarch of the Imperial City, had a doctrinal argument with me recently, so five days later, His Majesty ordered us to have a debate at Brachna Palace to decide the outcome. During this period, both of you and the prison guard can stay in the church apartment, and I will take the opportunity to introduce you in front of His Majesty." Idorus readily agreed to their request.

Soon, that night, Gawain became a helper in the church - responsible for preparing meals for the pilgrims who came to worship and for the priests.

It was said to be a meal, but on the long table in the church kitchen, Gawain saw everything - green broad beans, broad beans in the basin, broad beans on the cloth, broad beans in the spoon, and even broad beans in the bucket. .

"Pray." The monks standing in front of Gawain stood solemnly at the long table before cooking, singing hymns to the icons on the wall, and Gawain could only follow behind.

Then, the monks began to wash the broad beans, and Gawain followed them. After washing the broad beans, they washed their hands in the pool, and then washed the broad beans again. After three times, they asked Gawain to wash all the washed broad beans. It was placed in a large plaque and poured into a pot of boiling water. "Take the long colander and help, come and pick up all the broad beans floating in the pot." A monk chef placed the tool in Gawain's hand. , The words are serious and thoughtful.

After the steam was boiling, Gawain squinted his eyes, held a long colander, and carefully picked up the broad beans that were tumbling and floating in the boiling water one by one, like a shipwreck victim, and "discarded them in the trash can." Monk The chef's tone left no room for doubt, "These are all spoiled broad beans and cannot be eaten by monks and pilgrims."

Then, the chef asked Gawain, "Use a slotted spoon to remove all the broad beans stuck to the bottom of the pot. Monks and pilgrims are not allowed to eat the burned broad beans."

After Gawain complied, the chef nodded with satisfaction. After a moment, Gawain used a colander to fish out all the "selected surviving" broad beans on the big plaque. All their pods had been exploded, and then the chef All these broad beans were shoveled into the smaller pot next to it. Gawain looked at it and almost vomited. What was floating in the small pot was all white pork and salt.

After cooking for a while, the chef thought it was OK, so he tasted a few broad beans and nodded. Then Gawain and other helpers lined up the plates, and the chef gave each plate a spoonful. In this way - dozens of fragrant broad bean dinners are completed.

Then, Gawain and everyone else, holding these plates and broad beans, crossed the square and put these delicacies on the dining table in the church restaurant. Under the candlelight, Idorus and Peter both ate calmly. They must have been accustomed to these simple broad beans, but many noble people could only pretend to eat a few bites, then pushed the plates aside with blue faces, smiling and telling each other that they were not hungry and had plenty of energy to prepare for the coming day. The continuation.

At this time, a fat nobleman secretly took out a piece of barbecue and a small bottle of wine from the pocket of the servant beside him, preparing to reward himself. Gawain saw that Idorus had seen this noble man's behavior, but the patriarch just smiled lightly and did not expose him. This was also due to his humble attitude.

"What is the sacred object we want to pay homage to? Everyone must know it." Suddenly, among the nobles, a fair and beautiful lady wearing a long embroidered dress and golden hair held a bowl filled with broad beans. Plate, said in fluent Greek.

The nobles began to whisper among themselves, and many of them didn't know what she wanted to say.

“What we want to pay homage to is that many years ago, when pagans still ruled the Roman Empire, a saint named Saint Basil was burned to death in the Serpentine Square by the pagan emperor because he refused to give up his faith. The grill that was left behind." The noble lady said, her blue eyes filled with breathtakingly beautiful light as she scanned the crowds on the left and right, talking eloquently.

The nobles were silent now. The fat man immediately placed the roast meat on the table in fear, then knelt down and crawled in front of Idolus, then raised his head and cried, begging for his forgiveness and the Lord's forgiveness. "The purpose of the rite is to get closer to our Lord, feel his glory, and feel the wishes of the saints who have come one after another, hoping that the world will achieve eternal forgiveness. There is no need to be so afraid. Some procedural things are not and will never be the foundation." The priest touched the fat man's head kindly and comforted him.

"In fact, most fat people are not bad people." Gawain, who was standing on the side, thought to himself. At this time, the noble lady looked at him coldly with a ceremonial smile on her lips. Her eyes suddenly fell on Gawain's head, looking at his hair, beard, and physique, and then waved the maid beside her over and whispered a few words.

After the dinner, Gawain was stopped by the maid in the flowerbed in front of the porch. "Are you a clergyman?" the maid asked in Greek.

Gawain shook his head and said politely that he was a servant escorting a hermit. He was a nobleman living in the north before. He temporarily helped in the kitchen to repay the kindness of the pastor for staying overnight.

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The maid saw that Gawain's eyes were bright and he looked a little extraordinary. She had already recognized his "serious nonsense" in her heart, so she put her palms together and asked, "My master begs you to make an extra meal for her and send it to her bedroom. I will find a way to solve the door control."

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