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Oliver Potzsch: The Dark Monk

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Simon sat in one of the rear pews of the Altenstadt basilica, glancing over the shoulders of the aldermen and their families, who had taken their seats in front. Among them were the Schreevogls, including Clara, who had now completely recovered. Not far from them, a great wooden cross hung over the altar. For hundreds of years, the Great God of Altenstadt had looked down benevolently on churchgoers. The physician enjoyed listening as his voice merged with those of all the others in the congregation, swelling into a single mighty voice reciting the Lord’s Prayer.

Since his experience at Clara’s house two weeks before, Simon’s attitude toward God had changed. Had he witnessed a miracle? Had the pills actually cured Clara completely-and the others as well? He still hadn’t figured out why the moldy herbs had worked. The hangman told him mold could prevent infections. For this reason, Kuisl occasionally placed moldy rags on the wounds of his patients, but the assertion that the white strands were effective against fever and coughing was something new, even to the hangman.

By now he’d used up all the miracle pills and took to pestering Magdalena with questions about exactly which herbs were in the bag she had taken from the Augsburg pharmacy. But she couldn’t remember for the life of her.

Simon sighed. He probably would never be able to recreate those pills. Well, at least they helped improve his standing in Schongau and with his father. Bonifaz Fronwieser was seated beside him, reciting the Lord’s Prayer in a croaking voice. He still smelled of last night’s brandy, but he’d come to church with Simon, something they hadn’t done for a very long time.

Simon looked out of the corner of his eye to see Magdalena kneeling with the women in the last row of pews. Her hands were folded and her eyes closed, but as if sensing his gaze, she suddenly turned to wink at him. The physician felt a tingle course through his body. Perhaps they’d have a chance to be alone for a while this evening at the Candlemas celebration…

“Don’t fall asleep during the doxology,” a dark voice grumbled next to him. “And if I catch you with Magdalena tonight, the Lord’s Prayer itself won’t be enough to save you.” With a grin, the hangman nudged him and sat down next to him in the pew. Usually, the hangman’s place was at the rear of the church, but at the Candlemas service, the priest didn’t pay much attention to ceremony.

“When do you set out on your pilgrimage?” the hangman asked loudly enough that some of the parishioners turned around. “If you wait until summer, going barefoot won’t be a problem, but I think God wants to see you suffer a bit.”

Simon cursed himself again for having told the hangman about his promise at Clara’s bedside. “There’s still too much to do here,” he whispered. “My patients-”

“Your father can take care of them,” the hangman interrupted. “I’ve already told Lechner you’ll be traveling the next few weeks.”

“You did what?” Simon’s voice was loud enough now that even the priest up at the altar cleared his throat. “But…”

“Magdalena also didn’t think that was a good idea,” Kuisl sighed, lowering his voice again. “She still doesn’t trust letting you out of her sight, so I made her promise to go along with you to Altotting. You’ll go through Munich and pick up a few herbs for me, and some books. A fellow named Athanasius Kircher has written a new book about the plague and how to cure it…” The hangman’s face broke out in a broad grin. “If you don’t behave yourself in the next few days, I’ll think it over and perhaps come along, too.”

Simon could hardly believe his good fortune. He’d have a few weeks together with Magdalena, far from this place where she was the ostracized hangman’s daughter. Nobody would know her!

“Kuisl, how can I thank you…?” he whispered.

“Don’t thank me; thank the one up there,” he replied, pointing up at the Great God of Altenstadt. “He convinced me to do it. Now I’ve done him two favors.”

“Two favors?” Simon asked, baffled.

Jakob Kuisl drew on his cold pipe as if he were at home and not in the church. “The larch wood in his back was rotten,” he began. “The day before yesterday, the carpenter Balthasar Hemerle had to repair the Savior for Candlemas, and he couldn’t find a good piece of wood for it…old, solid wood that had already survived sixteen hundred years…”

Slowly, it dawned on Simon what he was talking about. “The True Cross of Christ in Steingaden…” he started to say.

The hangman knocked out his pipe on the pew. “I was able to save a small piece from the fire as a keepsake. It fit exactly into the back of the Savior.”

When Simon looked up at the Great God of Altenstadt, he thought he detected a smile cross the chiseled wood of Jesus’s face.

But, of course, that was just an illusion.


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