-Praised be God, because then you can tell me who is a friar as a dragon, a face full of freckles, dark eyes and red hair, whom for my bad I just find myself in this way. Did you know? There can be no evil so great nor so like him in the abbey.

-For the sign is that the novice Horla Tristan. What has he done?

– Pesi my soul that done for him not highway robbers do to me! Not diminished but the clothes I was wearing removed as leaving me in breeches and then I reel off the white sackcloth, leaving me here and not daring to run back to town, let alone to introduce my wife, if she sees me in this manner will screamed to the sky, trying correntón drunk.

– But how was that? asked the clerk, who could barely contain his laughter.

‘I’ll tell you to cross now, said the other. Passed through this same path and very close to where we are, when I stumbled upon the friar red headband. Believing a religious as God commands, delivered to your prayers, I greeted him and went on my road to Léminton where I live and I make my living as a fuller I am. But a few steps I heard my name, I turned and asked if I knew about the new indulgence granted in favor of the Cistercian monks. “No,” I replied. “Too bad for your eternal salvation,” he said, and spoke at length about the high regard of His Holiness for the virtues of the Abbot of Bergen and how to recognize and reward them had met the Pope to grant plenary indulgence to every sinner who clothe the Cistercian habit and had put the time to recite seven psalms of David