"This way...c'mon." says Isabella.
"Are you sure?" says Spencer.
"No, of course not. It's simply a logical guess." says Isabella.
"How will we get out?" says Spencer.
"With some difficulty...if at all." says Isabella. "You see, that's the true charm of a any labyrinth. Stay calm, okay?"
"Yes, master." says Spencer.
"Let me think...into this room." says Isabella.
Isabella and Spencer enter one of the many room.
"Oh...all these books." says Isabella.
"Master, not now." says Spencer.
"The Third Book of Augementerica." says Isabella as she open a book. "And this one is the rare version in classic Greek instead of the more common Arabic."
"Please...we need to find a way out..." says Spencer.
"Sorry. I got a bit distracted..." says Isabella. "Hmm...over here."
They walk out through one of the doorways.
They get into another room and walk through another doorway out among the stairs again.
"Up here..." says Isabella.
They walk up some stairs and into another room.
Spencer suddenly gasp in mild fear as she thinks she sees another person, but it's only her own reflection on a door that is also a large mirror.
"Relax, my young friend. It's just a mirror." says Isabella as she walks towards the mirror door.
Suddenly she almost fall through a hidden trap door in the floor.
Spencer helps Isabella up.
"A mirror and a trap door...? We're getting close." says Isabella.
Isabella try to open the door, but there is no door handle or lock.
"If I've deciphered the istructions from our freidn the Greek translator correctly..." says Isabella as she pull out a small piece of parchment.
Spencer look surprised. she thought the Abbess destroyed that note.
"You didn't truly believe I'd surrender that parchment to anyone without first making sure to have my very own copy no, did you? Let's see here...'Mano supra idolium. Agae primum et septimus de quatuor' means what?" says Isabella.
"Uh...'Hands above the idol. Press first and seventh of four'..." says Spencer.
"Exactly. Very good, Spencer." says Isabella.
"What idol...? First and seventh of what?" says Spencer.
"That's what we're going to try and find out." says Isabella.
"If I held the answers to every question I would be teaching theology in Paris right now." says Isabella.
"Uh...master?" says Spencer.
"Yes, Spencer?" says Isabella.
"Can we go? It's so cold..." says Spencer.
"Sure, we'll return later." says Isabella. "Now let's see, how do we find our way back out?"
"I don't know." says Spencer.
A small rat run across the floor.
"Yes, rats tend to be good at finding the way through labyrinths. Let's follow him." says Isabella.
They follow the rat and 20 minutes later they get out.
"Thank Lord, we made it out." says Spencer.
"You didn't think we would, Spencer?" says Isabella.
"I wasn't sure, master." says Spencer.
At the same time in room down in the cellar, Salvatera, the hunchback nun, is trying to make the man that Spencer met and had sex with in the kitchen, to have sex with her, even though he does not want to.
"Show me your pinanto." says Salvatera "Me hope it is engorginum and amorente."
The man look angry and try to push Salvatera away from him.
"No, no! Not be angry with me, man." says Salvatera.
The man does not say anything. It appears that he actually can't speak at all.
Salvatera slide her hand down the man's pants and grab his dick, trying to jerk it.
"Oh, munto de engrosius la dick, yes!" says Salvatera, being very horny.
"Stop! Negantum et verganis lynax refi ecan moruntio perverius canentil." says Mortisha Gui as she enter the room along with her two templar guards.
"Forgive me, la grande magnificens! Moi ish no perverted de la erotica corvufis. I am a nun..." says Salvatare as she quickly remove her hand from the man's dick.
"You are retarded, sister Salvatera! Guards, take her to prison!" says Mortisha.
The templar guards take Salvatera and put her in one of the abbey's prison cells.
"God, bless us. Keep every good person here safe, please." says Mortisha.
The next day.
"No..." thinks Spencer when she finds out that the man has been arrested.
"I'm sorry. We can do nothing." says Isabella, trying to comfort Spencer.
"I know, but I wish there were." says Spencer.
"Try to forget." says Isabella.
"I don't think I can..." says Spencer.
"Try. It will be better, trust me." says Isabella. "Yes, that is not what you wish to hear, but there's nothing you can do."
2 hours later.
"Master, why don't you want to help the man?" says Spencer.
"It's not a matter of if I want to or not. I just can't do anything." says Isabella.
"Why not, master? Please tell me...as a friend." says Spencer.
"Alright then. I myself was also an inquisitor, but in the early days when the primary goal of the Inquisition was to guide, not punish. Once during a trial I had to defend a woman who had done no crime, aside from having translated a Greek book which held information that conflicted with the holy scriptures. Mortisha wanted to condemn the woman as a heretic and I did not. Mortisha then accused me of heresy for having defended the woman. I was thrown into prison...tortured." says Iabella.
"And then...?" says Spencer.
"The innocent woman was burned to death and I...am still alive." says Isabella. "I'd with no fear faced the flames in her place."
"Sister Isabella, you must see this..." says Silave as she walk up to Isabella and Spencer.
"What?" says Isabella.
"I found it...a book in Greek." says Silave.
"Oh, where?" says Isabella.
"Down by the baths, behind a jar of lemon leaf..." says Silave.
"Go back down and lock yourself inside until I get there. And don't touch the book." says Isabella.
"As you wish." says Silave as she run back to the baths.
14 minutes later, someone walk out from the shadown and sneak up behind Silave and cut off her throat with long sharp a silver-plated dagger.
The nun has her hood on so it's impossible to see who she is. She grab the book and run away.
When they get down to the baths, Isabella and Spencer finds Silave's dead body.
"Oh, no..." says Isabella.
"Here, master." says Spencer when she finds Isabella's magnifying glasses on the floor and gives them to Isabella.
"Thank ye." says Isabella.
22 minutes later.
Spencer enter the abbey's second chapel.
She goes down on her knees in front of a statue of the Virgin Mary.
"Holy Mother Marty, please her my prayer. I'm aware of the fact that my sin was large, but I beg you, do not let others suffer for anything I did. Years ago you granted my master a miracle by saving her from death. Please do the same for the the man I met." says Spencer.
40 minutes later.
"C'mon, my friend." says Isabella.
"Yes, master." says Spencer.
Isabella and Spencer run up through the tower and to the library, to the room where the mirror door is.
"Why are going here? We still don't know how to open this thing..." says Spencer.
"Maybe we do. Look." says Isabella.
Above the mirror door it is written 'Antaricum venda recanti et quatuor de betrevi la grande luminensis'.
"See?" says Isabella.
"No." says Spencer. "I don't get it."
"We need to press the first and seventh letter of the word 'quatuor'...see?" says Isabella.
"Yeah, but the instructions left behind by the black nun told us to do that above an idol." says Spencer.
"I realized it's not 'idolium' as in Latin, but 'eidolon' as in Greek, which means mirror or reflection." says Isabella as she push the Q and the R in the word 'quatuor'.
The door opens.
Isabella and Spencer enter and walk up the stairs.
They enter a room where a person sit by a table with her hood up, reading the rare Greek book.
"Good evening to you, venerable Joslyn." says Isabella.
The person takes off her hood, revealing her face. It is indeed Joslyn.
"You must've been flying like a bird to get up here before Spencer and me." says Isabella.
"You have discovered several things since you arrived, but the short way through the labyrinth is clearly not among them." says Joslyn.
"Perhaps so." says Isabella.
"Tell me what you want." says Joslyn.
"I want to see the book in Greek that you claim was never written, a book entirely devoted to comdy, a concept you hate so much." says Isabella. "The book that might be the one and only surviving copy of Aristotle's Second Book of Poetics."
"Isabella, what a magnificent librarian you could have been." says Joslyn. "Here's your reward. You have won."
Joslyn flip the book around and gently push it forward.
"Read it. Look at its secrets." says Joslyn.
Isabella put on her magnifying glasses as well as a leather glove on her right hand to keep it safe while she touch the pages of the book.
Isabella begins to read "And here I mention how comedy stimulate the heart, mind and soul to use vulgar individuals and take pleasure and joy from their defects."
"Good. Read, carry on, read it." says Joslyn.
"Master, we must hurry..." says Spencer.
"Sister Isabella, if it's too dark in here for you just hand it over to the girl. I'm sure she can read it." says Joslyn.
"No. I would not want my dear student to turn your highly poisoned pages without the protection of a glove such as the one I wear." says Isabella.
"Go to hell, traitor!" says Joslyn in anger as she suddenly close the book hard, grab it, knock down the table and run from the room.
"Quickly!" says Isabella.
Isabella and Spencer run after Joslyn.
They get to the mirror door just before it is shut.
They run after Joslyn.
"Fuck you, Isabella, you damn stupid bitch!" scream Joslyn as she knock over a candle and sets the library on fire.
Suddenly a huge burning shelf fall down and block Isabella's way.
Spencer fortunately was already past where the shelf fell.
"Go on, Spencer! You must stop Joslyn..." says Isabella.
"I'm not leaving you behind..." says Spencer.
"Don't be a fool, go!" says Isabella.
"God, please save my master..." says Spencer as she run after Joslyn.
Spencer finds Joslyn just as Joslyn exit the tower via the normal door.
"You were the killer all along!" says Spencer as she grab Joslyn by the back of her robes.
"I refuse to allow the information within this book be revealed to the public!" says Jolyn.
"Damn you!" says Spencer as she grab Joslyn by the throat.
Spencer squeeze Joslyn's throat, killing her.
"Fuck you, damn lesbian crap!" scream Joslyn in anger and pain as she die.
"God, forgive me." says Spencer as she grab the book from Joslyn's hands.
Isabella exit the tower with a few books that she managed to save from the fire.
Spencer gives the rare greek book to Isabella and ten run to the main yard and knock down a couple guards and saves the man she love before Mortisha burn him to death.
"What are you doing?" says Mortisha.
"That man is not a servant of the Devil. This is the real killer." says Isabella as she pull forward Joslyn's dead body.
"Is that so? I understand." says Mortisha and then turn to the man and says "You are now free to go."
Mortisha and her soldiers and nuns leave the abbey.
The next morning, Spencer and Isabella leave as well.
As they ride alog the road from the abbey, the man walk up to Spencer and smile at her.
Spencer smile back and then says "Sorry. I cannot stay here with you, despite how much I want to." her tone calm and mature.
The man smile again and nod in understanding.
Spencer ride away with Isabella.
Never did I regret my decision to leave the man behind, for my master tought me much that was true, good and wise.
On the day when my master and I eventually were about to part ways, she presented me with her magnifying glasses as a gift.
She told me that I was still a young woman, but that one day they'd serve me well and as a matter of act I wear them now as I write these words.
After giving me her glasses, my master gave me a hug as how a mother would and then sent me on my way.
I did not ever learn what became of my master, but I pray to God in the Heaven that he accepted her soul and forgave her for the wrong things she have done.
And here, being an old old woman, when I think back to my past, the face I see more clear than any other is that of the man. He was my only true mortal sexual love who I've kept dreaming about all these years and yet I never knew...his name.
The End.