Local witness. Questioned on what he had seen of the activities of the heretics, replied. I was setting up my traps on the rabbit island your worships when I sees them monks up to some business. At first I thought it was one of them rituals of our mother church beyond the understanding of us simple unlearned locals. Them monks has a way with their words above our heads. I am an ignorant poor man, begging your pardon your worships, glad of the blessings of the church of our lord. I am not a good man, no a poor sinner, weak in spirit. Yet I holds to the faith and repents my sins and hope most dearly to be allowed into the great kingdom of heaven up there, he raised his eyes to the vaulted ceiling of the hall of judgement. I believe in the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting, amen. Will the witness please answer the question., demanded with interminable boredom, centuries of control. Apologies, my apologies your worships. I, your most humble servant, was that day, if I may be so bold, an instrument of almighty god. His hand had guided me stealthily into a place of observation well concealed from their view. And it was as if a voice inside me had said, this they do is devil’s work. I was scared for my soul corrupting in me you know yet the hand of the lord urged me on. What exactly did the witness see? Boxes, your worships. They had some boxes and were pointing them at each other, and at the things too, your worships. I don’t know for what reason except they were naked, few of them, as if come from a swim you understand. This is all I saw that day as it was late and I knew the wind would soon be up on the lake and my missus would be anxious, oh she can get most bitter tongued if I comes late of an evening. Did the witness understand the function of the boxes? Oh no your worships, no no I most definitely didn’t understand nothing. Nothing your worship. Your worships I mean begging your pardons. Take him away.