The
Monastery
In the
twilight, the monastery was showing its imposing silhouette to the walker who,
exhausted, approached the entrance.
With the
heavy knocker he knocked on the door and waited. He waited. He knocked again.
The hinges
was squeaking and the door opened very slowly.
A little
man let his smallpox-like face be seen under the hood of his habit, and with a
gesture invited him in.
"I am Fray
Ernesto, from the Abbey of Cadbury. The prior is waiting for me."
"The prior
died this morning. We are veiling over his body. Tomorrow he will be buried
here."
Bro
Ernesto, out of his mind, replied to the friar:
"It's not
possible! He was having to give me some very important documents."
"Come with
me and you will see for yourself."
They passed
through the dark cloister, dimly lit by the torch carried by the friar.
The room, a
naked cell, housed the lifeless body of a young man. His closed right hand
showed something metallic inside that the friars had not managed to snatch from
his hand.
As if it
were a spell, when Fray Ernesto approached the corpse, his hand let go of a
flash drive, which fell to the ground.
With a
quick movement, Fray Ernesto took it.
"This flash
drive will tell us who his murderer is! And besides, we will know all the
abuses committed in this monastery, and whose authors have even murdered to
hide them."
One of the
friars prevented him from leaving, while another tried to snatch the device.
He could
not leave the cell. They locked up him with the corpse until he died.
Months
later, they were buried in the monastery cemetery.
El monasterio
En la hora bruja, el monasterio dejaba ver su imponente
silueta al caminante que, exhausto se acercó a la entrada.
Con la pesada aldaba golpeo la puerta y esperó. Esperó.
Volvió a llamar.
Chirriaron los goznes y la puerta se fue abriendo muy
despacio.
Un hombrecillo dejó ver su rostro picado de viruela debajo
de la capucha de su hábito, y con un ademán le invitó a pasar.
-Soy Fray Ernesto, de la abadía de Cadbury. El prior me
espera.
-El padre prior ha muerto esta mañana. Estamos velando su
cuerpo. Mañana será enterrado aquí.
Fray Ernesto, fuera de sí, le contestó al fraile:
-¡No es posible! Tenía que facilitarme unos documentos muy
importantes.
-Acompáñeme y lo comprobará usted mismo.
Atravesaron el oscuro claustro, iluminado débilmente por la
antorcha que portaba el fraile.
La estancia, una celda desnuda, acogía el cuerpo sin vida de
un hombre joven. Su mano derecha, cerrada, dejaba ver en su interior algo
metálico que los frailes no habían logrado arrebatar de su mano.
Como si de un hechizo se tratara, cuando Fray Ernesto se
acercó al cadáver, la mano dejó escapar un pendrive, que cayó al suelo.
Con un rápido movimiento, Fray Ernesto se hizo con él.
-¡Este pendrive nos dirá quién es su asesino! Y además,
sabremos todos los desmanes cometidos en este monasterio, y cuyos autores han
llegado a asesinar para ocultarlos.
Uno de los frailes le impidió la salida, al tiempo que otro
intentaba arrebatarle el dispositivo.
No pudo salir de la celda. Lo encerraron con el cadáver
hasta que murió.
Meses más tarde, los enterraron en el cementerio del
monasterio.
