Many thanks to Hanzík for the Czech translations!
Kaimu gave the monk a coin, saying, “On the Road of White Nettles lives a baker who sells flatbreads as round as the most perfect zero. Purchase as many as you are able and bring them to me.”
The monk did as he was told. When the baker received his payment he threw the monk bodily out of the shop and flung the coin after him.
“Counterfeit money,” said the baker.
Upon returning to the temple, the monk found one of the gardeners, switched clothes with him, and sent the gardener to see master Kaimu alone.
Kaimu was amused by the obvious deception. “Monk!” he said. “Where is my bread?”
As instructed by the monk, the non-monk replied, “Divided equally among all who helped me carry it.”
Kaimu was satisfied.
Worthless money, imitation monk, fictitious bread, false ending.
Kaimu met an ancient soldier: a lost and desperate man,
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*Thanks to Christopher Lynnes and Eric Winter for the idea.