As they followed the Bishop of Carignano, they entered a grand, ornate chapel dedicated to Saint Mary. The air inside was thick with the scent of incense and old books. The bishop led them to a large, ornate painting that adorned the wall – a portrait of a rather... substantial individual. The subject of the painting was none other than Frederick I's brother, Augustus II, also known as Augustus of Sulzbach. He was depicted in all his, ahem, glory – an imposing figure with a robust physique, surrounded by symbols of his power and influence. To the right of Augustus, another painting hung – a smaller, yet equally impressive work of art. It depicted a much younger Augustus, a mere 18 years old, in all his youthful vigor. The contrast between the two paintings was striking, and William couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. The Bishop of Carignano smiled knowingly, as if sensing William's amusement. "Ah, yes. The elder Augustus's later years were indeed... memorable. His love of feasting and fine wine knew no bounds, and it showed in his, shall we say, generous figure." William's friends snickered at the bishop's tactful words, while William himself couldn't help but feel a sense of morbid curiosity. He had heard stories of Augustus's legendary girth, but to see it immortalized in art was something else entirely. The Bishop of Carignano cleared his throat, bringing attention back to the proceedings at hand. "Ah, but let us not dwell on the past. Your Highness, you Mehr sehen