ABSTRACT
Two men in plain Cistercian robes were standing with the mayor in front of a form clad in a simple Dominican habit. The brothers were both slight in stature: one short and the other of medium height. Their robes seemed an almost penitential burden for their meager frames. The mayor, in contrast, was rather rotund and brightly dressed. He sported a thick black moustache. His clothes fit tightly around his tummy and ample posterior. The countess, dressed in a lavish, full-figured black dress that complimented her appearance, stepped forward to look at the form of her nephew. Her first response was to place her hand upon her headscarf, cross herself, and then make a fist in the air that she brought to her breast. The countess's eyes rolled up to the heavens and then back to these men in front of her.
