Part 3 Cerubian:

With the guest of honour almost recovered enough from his injuries the village was bursting with activity. The succulent smells of braised meats cooking over fire pits. The aromatic scents of freshly baking bread made Cerubian's mouth water. 

All the girls of the village were putting the finishing touches on their costumes or practicing their traditional dances. Mrs. Albescu had a batch of dill and thyme infused buns cooling on the back window sill. Cerubian casually walked over to grab one, Mrs. Albescu spotted him and flew into action, pushing him away and kicking his ass.

"They're not for the likes of you! You ox!"

"You look so lovely today Mrs. Albescu", he bowed dramatically.

"Ahhh get lost!!" She dismissed him with a wave of the hand. Damn! I am still hungry he bemoaned to himself. He heard whistling from around the corner, he knew that whistling by heart. Cerubian leapt out and grabbed the unsuspecting fool.

"Aagghhh! What the fuck man!! You made me drop my buns!!" said a very astonished Tomas

"Buns? Where'd you get those? Are those Dill and thyme?" Cerubian picked the now soiled bread. Stuffed one in his mouth, dirt and all.

"Mrs. Albescu, she is sweet on me, I think she wants me to marry her daughter", Tomas made a scared face, "marrying is not for this guy."

"I am just going to visit Gosha now, I heard she is very sexy in her traditional dress"

"Have fun brother!", Tomas slapped him on the shoulder and winked mischievously.When he arrived, Gosha was nowhere to be found.

Part 3 Lupin:

After a brief rain shower, everything smelt... earthy in the vineyard. Brother Giovanni walked in silence with a slow gait, he often paused to inspect a leaf, or flicked off a caterpillar. Lupin began to enjoy his time here amongst the grapes, like they were family. He started mimicking Brother Giovanni actions, but they never spoke. Lupin would carry the water and lunch during their daily peregrinations. Often massaging old Giovanni's legs when they cramped up.

"Brother Johnny?" Lupin opened an inquiry with the venerable monk.

Brother Giovanni answered the boy, his thick accent, a remnant of his Italian upbringing. "Yes Lupin, What canna I do for you?"

"Um....what do you know about girls? Are they all kind of crazy?" The boy asked discreetly as if someone was eavesdropping.

Brother Giovanni was squatting in front of a vine, he picked up some soil, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. He proceeded to taste the dirt, nodded his head as in acknowledgment of some hypotheses. Lifted his robe and urinated around the plant."So Lupin, you likeah girl eh?!" Brother Giovanni inquired jovially.

Lupin quickly made the sign of the cross, as if warding off an evil spirit, "heavens no!"Like a comical echo, Lupin tasted some dirt then pissed on a vine too.

"Ha ha Issa good!" The old monk patted Lupin on the shoulder. "A girl is like a grape, you want her to be plump and juicy. But if she is bitter, you musta fix, capeesh!"

Lupin vigorously nodded his head in acknowledgment but had no idea what the heck the old guy was talking about. "Soooo, are you saying when she is mean, I should piss on her?"

Brother Giovanni laughed heartily, "Sciocco! Lupin why you think like a wild dog. Come here I showa you something." He beckons the boy over to another vine, this one's leaves were starting to turn yellow. "You see? This girl is sad she needs love ana care" Brother Giovanni lifted his robe again, this time he squatted and defecated. He then used his hands to work the fresh manure into the soil. "You capeesh?"

Oh boy! Lupin was REALLY confused now!

Part 3 Lebada:

After her encounter with the new young magistrate Gosha was equally excited and upset. On her return from the monastery,  she danced around the house swooning about how handsome he was. She fully expected to go back and visit him the next day. But nobody came for her, or the next day. On the third day her confidence began to waver, "did he not like me after all?"

Lebada was the one to reassure her older sister, "he is a busy man, taking over an administrative position must entail a lot of work. Soon he will ask to see you again sister" But alas two more days past with silence, Gosha began crying in spurts, moping around in other times. Lebada offered her some advice, "Gosha, why not work on your dress for the ceremony. When he notices how beautiful you are wearing it, he will fall in love with you without a doubt"

" You are so wise little one, that is what I'll do", it appeared to have brightened her mood to have a task to accomplish.

Lebada didn't give an hen's egg for her own dirty torn dress. She preferred staring at the clouds. Her dreaming was interrupted by the sound of a dog howling. It was a pathetic sounding thing, it might be rabid. She grabbed a nearby pitchfork and headed off in the direction it was coming from. She began honking like a goose, trying to tempt it out from its hiding spot. 

An unexpected thing happened then, a clay pot came flying out from the bush. "What the fuck? What kind of dog can throw pots?" She heard the buzzing before she saw the danger, but was too late, the bees were upon her, stinging her repeatedly. Before she passed out, the last thing she saw was the dirty boy howling and laughing like a mad man.

Part 3 Sarpen:

With his broken body repairing itself slowly, the prospects of leaving this dung heap of a town brightened Sarpen's mood dramatically. The brother in charge of his recuperation encouraged him to walk around the monastery. On one of his forced ablutions around the grounds he came across something curious. His dear uncle was having what appeared to be clandestine conversation. 

Sarpen decided to creep closer to eavesdrop.

"I do not think we need to worry, as long as the pup is under my control. The dog will be compliant" 

"I hope you are right, if I need to intervene on behalf of the viscount. Things will go poorly for all of you. Make sure you keep tight control on the leash." said the unfamiliar voice.

"Oh uncle! What treachery are you planing/" Sarpen hissed to himself. Time has come to escape this backwater cesspool and out from uncle's conniving.