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Late in the evening, two pilgrims knocked on the gates of the fortress of Consuegra. The guard, having opened the observation window, looked in bewilderment at the figures in brown cassocks, girded with rope, with knapsacks and sticks, on which the wanderers leaned heavily. Their faces were half covered with hoods.

- What do you want, holy fathers?

“We are itinerant Franciscan friars,” the prince replied, imitating the common language. - Looking for shelter for the night, señor.

“There is a monastery two leagues from here towards Toledo.

The prince looked at François, who shook his head and sighed:

- We won't get there.

- Is it possible to stop at your place, my son? Don Rui turned to the guard again. - We are quiet, we will not harm anyone.

- We have a fortress here, holy fathers, criminals with a dozen.

- We will leave at dawn, we just need to rest our feet.

The guard hesitated. "Of course not, but how can you refuse the monks?" He waved his hand and whispered:

- All right, come in
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