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Archbishop Musilicus was just about to grab another bottle from a shelf in the wine cellar when the bombs went off. The explosion turned the wine cellar into an echo chamber, making the loud sonic boom even louder. The Archbishop hit the ground and stuck fingers in his ears, but it was already too late. He would never again hear the glorious and mighty sound of the Cathedral organ. Neither would anyone else, of course, as the organ had just been blown into smithereens.
The explosion shook the wine cellar as if Doomsday had come. Bottles flew from the shelves and crashed on the concrete floor, shattering and sending shards flying in all directions. A dust cloud fell from the ceiling, covering every square inch of the cellar in dark gray soot. Miraculously enough, however, the ceiling did not collapse.
Moments later, the Archbishop got up and tried to shake the dust off him. His robe was doused with red wine, which made the dust and glass shards stick to it like napalm. His ears were ringing loudly. When he clapped his hands and did not hear it, he realised he was deaf. He was alone in a pitch black cellar and could not hear a thing. He did not panic, however. He felt around the nearest shelf that had miraculously not tipped over and found a bottle that had been left intact. Hitting the neck against the shelf, he broke it open and poured half of the contents down his throat. He smiled as he recognised the nectar as Château Merdasse 1965.
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