It was dropped into my lap this week! Grimmelshausen has kept his word and shipped me the head of the head of the begging mafia to my daily spot here in Antwerp, after he vowed to do so in a recent surprise encounter. Of course there is no blood on my clothing, because it is neatly packed in a transparent zipped plastic bag. This head is a valuable piece of evidence to be dried, hanged over the fireplace and shown around to all kinds of visitors to convince them that the danger they had to fear has ceased. An added note said that the body was buried behind a hilltop temple just far above the source of a river whose mouth is near Hanui, in order to enthrone the local temple spirit as a replacement. Now anyone can invoke it by name to order mafia members away whenever necessary.