“Exterior and also interior. I want to do the arch to the chapter house today, and if I have time, either the stone-hooded chimneys or the window of the guest hall.”
“You show remarkable familiarity with the monastery.”
“I’ve been coming here for more than a year,” the artist said, shifting his easel to a more comfortable position. “This building is one of the oldest in the state. See, I have a key.” He held it before the startled gaze of the monk.
“Indeed!” Father Benedict’s voice became less friendly. “And may I inquire how you came into possession of a key to my property?”
“Your property?”
“Certainly, I have rented these premises from the owner, with an option to buy.”
“I’ve been trying to buy the place myself,” the artist said, “but couldn’t pay the amount asked. I’d like to restore the buildings and make it into a real show place.”
“How did you obtain a key?” the monk reminded him.
“Oh, the owner gave me one. He lets me paint here whenever I like.”
“The monastery now is exclusively mine,” said Father Benedict. “Kindly turn the key over to me!”