In ecclesia

Not long after the funeral of Theodore there were many people present in the church. The church was filled with candles and the fragrance of incense. The abbot himself celebrated mass with the monks. Lucia was sitting next to her mother in the front pews among the important families. Behind the nobles were pilgrims, farmers, boys, maidservants and serfs. The abbot stood by the altar, resplendent in his purple robe, and the monks and students were singing in the choir behind the altar.
   ‘Our Father, who art in heaven…’ the abbot started to sing. All the students were singing except Augustine, who was asleep because Stephen had ordered him to write out the letters of St Paul to the Corinthians all through the night. Augustine was being punished for reading the poems of Catullus, not the letters of St Paul.
   ‘And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,’ sang the abbot.
 

Insolentes monachi

In the church Lucia caught sight of Paul and Augustine, who was still asleep. Now Augustine started to snore. Paul wanted to wake Augustine because he could see Stephen looking at him. 

In the front pews Egberta saw her daughter glancing at one of the students who were singing in the choir.
   ‘Lucia, what are you looking at?’ whispered Egberta.
   ‘Nothing except that student who is asleep,’ Lucia replied. Now Paul was also looking at Lucia.
   ‘Who is that boy who is looking at you?’ asked her mother.
   ‘What boy?’
   ‘That boy who is standing next to the one who is asleep,’ smiled Egberta. ‘Ah, now the abbot is going to preach.’ However, Egberta stopped laughing when she saw Benedict looking at her herself. ‘Disgraceful monks!’ she hissed, and her husband Charles, hearing her, asked: ‘My dearest one, are you alright?’

Meanwhile Stephen was looking at Augustine who was still asleep and snoring. Paul was watching Stephen and whispered ‘Look out, Augustine! Now you must sing.’
   ‘Go away!’ replied Augustine loudly. ‘I want to sleep.’ All the people in the church were able to hear his voice. 
   ‘Pray for us sinners,’ sang the abbot, raising his palms to the sky.