Early morning. Outside Jerusalem City.
Three clusters of houses, surrounding a church, sat by a small river.
Under the towering windmill, Father Edmond, wearing a worn vestment robe, carried a sack of rye into the mill.
"I need to borrow the mill."
He pointed to his bald head—this proved his identity as Catholic clergy.
The mill's keeper glanced at him and squeezed out a "hm" from his nostrils, ignoring this poor man, as he couldn't charge clergy for using the mill.
After a while.
Edmond carried the ground flour out of the mill.
He was once an ascetic from Saxony, now a member of the Saint Lazarus Order.
His situation had not improved by joining the order, still very poor, which was why he joined the Saint Lazarus Order.
The order had received donations, but almost every donation didn't stay long with them.
Jesus once said: Feed my lambs.
So Edmond and those clergy of the order believed they should distribute food to the hungry.
