Inquisitor Ignaz

This yard is honest. It's always the people in it who lie.

• Mother Superior MartaThe signature is my own hand. Don't blame the yard.
  Inquisitor IgnazBlame? It was a compliment, Prioress.
• Novice Sister ClaraI memorized all eleven lines of yesterday's list.
  Inquisitor IgnazNovice, remind me, what was your name again.
  Sister DorotheaShe can't memorize a thing. All day long, nothing but nonsense.

Sift the ash, and the weight never quite adds up. About four leaves' worth is always missing.

• Brother BrunoInquisitor, the weight of ash changes with a single flurry of snow.
  Inquisitor IgnazThen I'll enter the snow in the ledger too, Brother.
• Sister DorotheaWith that scale of yours, you'll be weighing what's inside people next.
  Inquisitor IgnazWhat's inside isn't burned. Not yet.
• Mother Superior MartaThe four missing leaves are under my signature. You're asking the wrong person.