Blacksheep,
So that was you! Now I remember. You were the quite rotund chappie we had trussed up on the spit.
The dungeon was very cold but we were well clothed in our flowing robes. You were most disrespectful and uncooperative so we had decided to apply a little heat.
After several revolutions on the spit we observed that you were well done in the middle but your extremities had ice forming on them.
A really innovative monk devised a method of tilting the spit axis about 20 degrees or so hoping to spread the effect more evenly. This was quite effective in melting the ice from your balding pate which seemed to be continuously illuminated by the flickering flames but we then noticed that your feet seemed to be continually in darkness and ice was forming on them again.
So it was decided that we should continuously tilt the rotor equally in each direction. In the end you didn't know whether you were coming or going and did
finally agree with us that the Earth is FLAT.
And about time too, the Mother Superior was getting impatient.
