As the rats wriggled through the gaps into the monastery buildings proper Frank couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t that he didn’t think this situation was difficult and unusual, it wasn’t that at all, he was laughing despite himself. He was laughing at the reactions from the oblates. Each time a rat got close to one of them you’d see him jump out of his skin.
“You are enjoying that aren’t you”, said the voice inside Frank’s head.
Frank turned to look at the dragon.
“No,” lied Frank.
“Don’t lie, boy.”
“I’m not a boy any more. I’m seventy years old.”
“You’re a boy compared to my experience.”
“I’m not enjoying any of this.”
“Why is there a smile on your face?” The dragon asked.
“Because God has arrived.”
This, thought Frank, was more like it. Clouds had streamed across the sky and combined together, out of the center of the cloud a giant face with a beard emerged. A hand was reaching down towards Jerome. But the dragon had seen it and had started flying with evasive maneuvers. Now each time God’s hand came close, Jerome would breath fire out of his nostrils causing God’s hand to pull back.
“Frank”, Gods voice rang out, “You’ll have to help me.”
[Tune in next Friday for Part 4]