You take the basket of rolls Brother Simon hands you and pass them on. You're proud of having gotten this far into the dinner without embarrassing everyone with one of your “adventures”.
Our guest, his gleeful eyes shining, is speaking: "So this arrogant novice vowed that he'd stand beneath the Devil's Bedposts until Satan showed him visions. He wouldn't blink an eye at an avalanche or a herd of charging elephants! He camped beneath those Towers for two weeks, and nothing happened. It didn't even rain!
“So, with a sneer at the Devil, he picked himself up and  continued  down  the  path without incident until he reached
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an Inn at the point where the wastelands give way to the Forest. Since he was so
hungry and  he'd fought  so courageously against the Evil One, he slipped quickly into the Inn for a meal and a drink.
“Years later he was still regaling the
regulars with the tales of how he had frightened the very Devil himself away.” After a long pause our guest said with the utmost gravity:
“But there is no Inn between the wasteland and the Forest— Unless you count that final twist of rocks they call the Devil's Inn.” Our Abbot and all us monks roared with laughter...