text: [Themes: Religious, Historical, monastery, moral choice, Middle Ages]
  
  > Look around
  Constantin is one of the few brothers with anything in his room besides a bed. A few tools lay next to the door in the northwest; remnants of his life as a blacksmith. A smell lingers here: a sour smell.
  
  Brother Constantin sits on the bed, a young hare dangling from his hand. His knife moves swiftly.
  
  > show the eyes to Constantin
  (first taking Constantin's eyes)
  Brother Constantin is unimpressed.
  
  > take the knife
  Constantin snatches it back. "It's mine."
  
  > go northwest
  Dozens of openings line the hall, each leading to a separate cell, except for the west, which leads to the cloister. Although there are no doors, the entrances are positioned as such to afford as much privacy as possible. Brother Matteo's chamber is to the south, Ignatius's to the north, Drogo's newly appointed cell is to the northeast, Constantin's is to the southeast, and Lucca's to the southwest.
  
  A scraping sound comes from Constantin's cell, forming an eerie melody with the sobs from Matteo's.
  
  > Go south
  This room is small: the same as all the others. A bed is pushed up against one wall, opposite the door to the north.
  
  Lucca scrabbles frantically at the ground, his blood staining the stones.
  
  > examine Lucca
  His fingers bloody on the stone. His face is red and wet with tears.
  
  > examine the stone
  Lucca scrabbles at the stone, trying desperately to unearth it from all sides.
  
  > examine the bed
  A simple mattress on four wooden legs: the same as all the others.
  
  An itch tickles beneath your skin.
  
  > take the stone
  You pry at the stone, but your fingers accomplish little besides bleeding.
  
  > talk to Lucca
  "Why do you dig, Lucca?" you ask.
  
  "Matteo is hiding something. I just know it's under here."
  
  > ask Lucca about Matteo
  "He knows something, but he won't tell me," he sobs more heavily for a moment. "He tells me nothing anymore."
  
  A warmth spreads through your body, soothing the chill and fear from your bones. Salvation.
  
  She is here.
  
  > Pray
  (to God)
  A warmth spreads throughout your body. He walks with you.
  
  > ask Lucca about the hiding
  All he does is sob.
  
  > ask Lucca about Drogo
  "He scares me." --his voice lowers-- "But his madness is predictable. Unlike some others."
  
  > ask Lucca about madness
  All he does is sob.
  
  A wolf howls in the distance. A hungry, plaintive sound.
  
  > ask Lucca about Constantin
  "He has become even harsher than before. The plague doesn't sit well within him."
  
  > ask Lucca about the plague
  "Its damage ranges farther than I thought." He glances about the monastery.
  
  > take the lucca's eyes
  Taken.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You are carrying:
  Lucca's eyes
  Constantin's eyes
  some food
  a coin
  some bedding (being worn)
  your tinderbox
  your candle (lit)
  your frock (being worn)
  
  > ask Lucca about God
  "I think he's forgotten us."
  
  > take your eyes
  (Lucca's eyes)
  You already have that.
  
  > ask Lucca about the ignatius
  "His righteousness scares me. It is without humility. He can see the motes in others, but can't see the beam in his own eye."
  
  > ask Lucca about yourself
  "You're such a good man," he says. Then, under his breath: "At least I used to think so."
  
  > ask Lucca about cellar
  "There's something strange going on down there. Matteo knows, but he won't tell me."
  
  > ask Lucca about the stone
  "Why do you dig, Lucca?" you ask.
  
  "Matteo is hiding something. I just know it's under here."
  
  > ask Lucca about the murder
  [** Programming error: Brother Lucca (object number 470)  has no property murder_asked to read **]
  "You remember, Lucca; Matteo was thrown from the tower."
  
  "No he wasn't." Lucca responds, incredulous. "He must have jumped."
  
  > search lucca
  He slaps away your fingers.
  
  A gust of wind slices across your ears. You shiver.
  
  > look at the eyes
  Which do you mean, Lucca's eyes or Constantin's eyes?
  
  > show the coin to Lucca
  Brother Lucca is unimpressed.
  
  > Wear the bedding
  You're already wearing that!
  
  > Go north
  Ignatius's room does not smell as strongly as the others. He has spent so much time in the infirmary of late, taking care of the sick. He is a braver man than you. A bed is pushed up against one wall, opposite the door to the south.
  
  > look at the bed
  A simple mattress on four wooden legs: the same as all the others.
  
  > go to the north-east
  Dozens of openings line the hall, each leading to a separate cell, except for the west, which leads to the cloister. Although there are no doors, the entrances are positioned as such to afford as much privacy as possible. Brother Matteo's chamber is to the south, Ignatius's to the north, Drogo's newly appointed cell is to the northeast, Constantin's is to the southeast, and Lucca's to the southwest.
  
  A scraping sound comes from Constantin's cell, forming an eerie melody with the sobs from Matteo's.
  
  He seems to have made himself right at home. The room smells of animals and sweat; scratches adorn the bed and lead out the door to the southwest.
  
  > examine scratches
  Scratches line the posts. Some from claws, some from metal.
  
  > Smell
  Sweat and animals: wet dog, or something similar.
  
  > go southwest
  This room is small: the same as all the others. A bed is pushed up against one wall, opposite the door to the northeast.
  
  > look at the bed
  A simple mattress on four wooden legs: the same as all the others.
  
  > go to the north-east
  Nestled in the northeast corner of the cloister, the bell tower rises high: higher than the steeples of the church. Footsteps cut a line in the snow from the cloister to the southwest to the tower itself in the northeast.
  
  > ask Constantin about the cellar
  "What?" he startles. "I'll get around to taking the lock off. There's no food left down there anyway." His eyes darken as they meet yours. "There's no reason to go down there anymore."
  
  A gust of wind slices across your ears. You shiver.
  
  > Go northeast
  You can go only north, northwest or out.
  
  An itch tickles beneath your skin.
  
  > Go northeast
  Nestled in the northeast corner of the cloister, the bell tower rises high: higher than the steeples of the church. Footsteps cut a line in the snow from the cloister to the southwest to the tower itself in the northeast.
  
  A wolf howls in the distance. A hungry, plaintive sound.
  
  > look at the tower
  The tower rises above all else.
  
  > Go northeast
  Panting more than a little, you make your way up the stairs to the top.
  
  High above the rest of Saint Cuthbert's, the tower affords a view of the surrounding land. In the spring, it is quite beautiful: now all you see is the endless moonlit glow of snow. Snow in the trees. Snow in the mountains. Snow.
  
  The bell sways in the breeze, its tongue almost, but never, touching the sides.
  
  Brother Matteo leans against the rails, staring into the wind.
  
  > examine Matteo
  He looks tired and heavy. He doesn't so much as lean on the rails as use them as crutch. His frock billows about him in the icy wind; he no longer has the will to bundle it about himself.
  
  > examine the matteo's eyes
  They sink into his skull. His eyelids can barely be bothered to remain open.
  
  > ring bell
  (the bell)
  The bell clangs. You have never been this close when it has before. Your ears sting for a bit before settling down.
  
  > talk to Matteo
  "How are you Matteo?" you ask, leaning up on the rails beside him.
  
  He turns, a friendly smile on his face. "I don't even know anymore." He gives an exaggerated shrug.
  
  > ask Matteo about the murder
  He may have heard you, but he seems to prefer to listen to the wind.
  
  > ask Matteo about the plague
  "It's funny the ways illness and isolation can affect things. Our bodies are the least of our concerns."
  
  A wolf howls in the distance. A hungry, plaintive sound.
  
  > ask Matteo about yourself
  "I know we have had our problems, but I hope to put them behind us. It is a time for forgiveness."
  
  > ask Matteo about Lucca
  "Poor Lucca," he sighs. "I wish I could protect him, but his time is near."
  
  > ask Matteo about the cellar
  "Ah, yes." He pauses. "The cellar." He chuckles to himself.
  
  > ask Matteo about Constantin
  "He would never admit it, but he is sick. The plague wears on him. He won't last much longer."
  
  > ask Matteo about Drogo
  "Poor Drogo," he sighs, looking down upon the refectory. "But at least his madness is on the surface, where we can see it." Was that glance at you?
  
  > ask Matteo about the madness
  He may have heard you, but he seems to prefer to listen to the wind.
  
  > ask Matteo about the bell
  "It's beautiful up here, isn't it. God's blanket to the Earth."
  
  > ask Matteo about God
  "He is gone, you know." He looks at you intently. "And with him, his protection."
  
  > ask Matteo about praying
  "I barely have the energy anymore."
  
  > ask Matteo about the cheese
  "I have little appetite these days."
  
  > Smell
  The wind drives needles of chill up your nose: you smell nothing.
  
  > Smell Matteo
  Mildew.
  
  > ask Matteo about Matteo
  "I'm fine," he sighs. "I just want to sleep."
  
  > 1
  Enter saved game to store: Ok.