Stupidly enough, I didn't make a note of who was lying here (in the entrance porch and bell-tower);
but I did take a shot of the framed document above, which includes the following lovely set of words about a grant of land:

"But if anyone, against our will, in a state of pride, tries to infringe my decree,
let him be punished by the frozen blasts of glaciers and by the winged army of malignant spirits,
unless he first makes amends with tearful groans of whole-hearted penitence."