Friday, September 5, 1650, late afternoon
Weather: pleasant temperatures and heavy clouds rolling from the north, bringing with them a steady drizzle upon a moderate breeze.
Andrej finds himself being fit for clothes that are not his own, but are beyond anything he would have previously experienced. The robes are heavy and encrusted with hundreds of small stones, the main of them amber, diamonds and pearls, sewn into pure silk cloth lined with soft, intensely worked damask. The coin value of the robes, he would estimate, would be beyond price ... and certainly, upon seeing himself in the robes, he cannot help but wonder at his own appearance. It is a long, long way from the grit and hard living regions of Cumana where he was born.
As a host of seamstresses descend upon the robes to refashion them to Andrej's shape, a similar host turns themselves to his appearance of his face. It is agreed to fit him for a wig, to raise his collar, to apply a smattering of some perfumes to distract from his natural, somewhat unusual odor (earthy) for the Munster congregation, but ultimately to trust to his station to overcome any resistance to his race.
Whereupon, he is brought to the cathedral, to review the space itself:
I had hoped to compare it somehow with something Andrej might know intimately, but I could not find reliable dimensions for the above. (I would estimate it to be something like a quarter the size of the Prudential Stadium in New Jersey, if that does not detract too much from the moment). In a word, immense. The interior is white marble and the space is as large as a cavern. A hive of activity goes on as carpenters construct tiers of benches for the largest portion of the invited city of Munster, to provide for nearly three thousand persons.
And it is suggested to Andrej, through all of this, that some kind of sermon will be required upon his part. He would have the sermon he wishes to give ready, would he not?