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Hoofbeats carried to the valley. Towards Sawley Abbey sought three riders in black coats. Squirrels, sheep and children czmychały of the highway in front of them; squirrels and sheep expert on, but the kids stopped and stared at the strangers surrounding her arms defensively and looking at each other. They seemed to leave behind frosted air.
Abbey was in a remote corner of Yorkshire in the north of England, in the fertile valley amidst the jagged tops of the mountains, covered with dwarf pine and inhabited by flocks of birds of prey. In the lower parts of the shepherds pastured flocks, looking for even the smallest scraps of green. Animals were never sated, always restless and agitated.
In this very area on the order of Thomas Cromwell headed the royal commissioners. First, on a chestnut stallion, rode Dr. John Frankish, middle-aged man with graying hair and a hooked nose. He crossed a small meadow and found himself on the road leading along the stream. After many hours spent in the saddle the whole body was aching, but his heart was filled with confidence and joy at the thought of the task which he had to fill.
Henry VIII Tudor sky overhead was gray like a rock cliff, and the air was heavy with impending rain. Over the heads of the horses circled mosquitoes that Frankish fons and porter squashed hit town. These very small insects reminded him of the clergy of the Catholic Church, not worth anything more than a pat hand.
Kicking up clouds of dust, crossed the corner and saw before him in all the glory of the abbey stone walls and stained glass. The monks at the gate scattered, making the sign of the cross, while others fell to their knees and began to pray. They knew what they come Commissioners, and they could do nothing but mourn his fate.
Commissioners jumped from their horses, tied them up and armed with canvas bags, opened the heavy oak door. As Frankish fons and porter supposed chapel was full of treasure, to which the law had only a king of England, not the dastardly Pope from Italy. They threw bags of gold and silver crucifixes from the walls, and silver cups altar. Frankish stood at the altar and carefully save all that commissioners took. On the list were coming valuables: marble statues of saints, baptismal bowl set with jewels, censers bronze, gold candlesticks before the altar. They gathered everything we could to get out, and then Frankish ordered the commissioners to destroy the rest. With tryumfalnymi smiles began to break up the reading fons and porter adorned fons and porter with paintings of Christ, who fed the crowd. The next step took the benches and the altar. Paper, wood carvings, embroidered tablecloths fons and porter and rolls were dropped on a pile in the middle of the aisle.
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When the chapel was already completely fons and porter destroyed and looted everything, Frankish ordered his men to set fire. Torch was applied to wood and fabric and within seconds the flames engulfed the entire abbey. Frankish stood in the doorway, admiring the beauty of his work, until it became clear that nothing can no longer be saved and while the facial skin did not start it from the hot stove. Only then returned with his men to the horses, laden with precious objects that were to be handed over to the king.
On a wooded hill above the abbey became a well-dressed, forty-something man. His arms were crossed over his chest, and the tears ran down his face. He is an intelligent and fair man. He seemed to be deeply shocked by the fire. He did not want to look at it, but was unable to look away.
Robert Aske turned toward the angry young man, who heavier
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