Francesco, giullare di Dio

And the people of Assisi saw
the horizon red with fire.

They ran to Santa Maria degli Angeli
thinking it was burning.

The sky was alight with glowing words
of love from God, Chiara, and Francesco.

How brother Ginepro cut off a pig's
trotter to give to a sick brother.

I always have to stay here.
But that's fine.
One of our brothers is weak from
too much fasting.

I've made soup. Will it do him good?
Doesn't it smell good?

I doubt he can eat it,
but I'll take it to him.

Brother, I've made food
that'd raise the dead.

Thank you, brother.
In your condition, you shouldn't fast.
Father Francesco would order you to eat.

I do not fast to mortify my flesh.
You fast too much. I know what
you would like.

A leg of chicken.
Or a trout, some sausages,