The next day, I woke early out of habit but skipped breakfast. Originally, the church considered eating breakfast sinful. For me as a former office worker who'd always eaten breakfast, this was too absurd, so I'd ignored that one rule and eaten breakfast faithfully.
The church moralists' claim that two meals—lunch and dinner—were sufficient for a day was hard to accept. The pleasure of eating enriched human life immeasurably. That I'd invested precious points in food early on was to preserve life's small pleasures.
A life without pleasure was nothing but suffering.
This time I wore white linen, symbolizing the severing of ties with sin and living a life without impurity. Over this, I wore a red tunic, symbolizing a sworn loyalty to one's lord and a willingness to shed blood. I'd be loyal, but I had no desire to spill blood. Before dying, Klugen had told me not to trust the royal family.
