The Abbot feels that the money given to the lawyer should be given to the monastery:

Good Sir,

I pray you not be so hasty.

You say that you have given our money, money promised to us by Mrs Mobutu, to your lawyer.

I beg of you to reconsider.

I will pray for you to have divine guidance.

By the way, I have just been informed that the hooded council has decided to be merciful and not to expel Friar Tuck from the monastery.

Fidem deus, omnes nummi.

Abbot Costello.

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I am not worthy of the least of all mercies, and of all the truth, which thou hast shewed unto thy servant; for with my staff I passed over this Jordan; and now I am become two bands.

- Genesis 32:10.

The Abbot sent off the message and took a last sip at his brandy glass. It was empty.
“Oh, what the hell!” he said and poured in another measure.