The monk in the saffron robes waited for the morning alms. He waited but he knew they would not come. The people in the castle before him did not need anything. Yet still he waited. He observed the iron gates. He knew gates similar to these once, in another life. He wondered, having been on the the other side of the gates, who was the prisoner and who was the free man. For certainly , if he remembered how a prison worked ,the prisoner was on the inside the walls and the free man was on the… Continue