COHAC !” Everywhere they went the Dominicans heard the mocking cry, the raucous call of the crow. The people of Carcassonne were jubilant, sardonic, intent on inventing their own exemplum. In their view, the Dominicans, enrobed in their black scapulars, were no better than crows, feasting on carrion, poking out eyes with razor-sharp beaks. Ravens swooped and hopped around the gallows set up in every medieval town, coveting their revolting repast, cawing in excitement. So too the Dominicans. For too long had the burghers put up with their rapacious behavior, their digging up and shaming of the dead, their snatching of the living and burying them in the Wall. Those dark times were over, the mocking cry announced. The rough mistreatment continued as the hot days of August wore on. Small boys ran after the friars in the streets, cawing in derision. Matrons about their business barreled into them, brusquely shoving them aside. Masked men burst into their church, smashing windows and statuary.
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