Now that the Cardinal was dead, Queen Pirouette was free to pick a new confessor. Unfortunately, she was having some difficulty finding a replacement. Her first choice, L’Évêque de sang, politely demurred when offered the position, and then promptly entered a monastery, Les frères du Christ. The walls and buildings for this cloistered community were hewn from giant blocks of granite. To the Queen’s distress, the old bishop launched a letter-writing campaign to all and sundry, complaining about royal interference in church affairs.
