Tuesday 27 March 2012

Brother Hermitage

I have been hard at work in my scriptorium illustrating a marvellous letter G. One month gone and only four or five to go I think. I must crush some more butterflies as I'm running out of red.

It is hard to believe a month has flown since last I commented on the life of Brother Hermitage. In my moments of relaxation, generally between three and four in the morning, I have been reviewing the exploits of the young monk.

The second volume of his life will certainly be titled the Garderobe of Death as that remarkable domestic device seems to be key. From the dates I have deciphered these latest events take place some months after the invasion of 1066.

To date I have one confirmed death and that is of a Norman noble. This would appear to be very dangerous territory for one such as Brother Hermitage but he appears to have no choice.

Wat, weaver of pornographic tapestry remains in attendance and this gives me some confidence that Hermitage won't simply walk to his own death.

There can be little doubt the Norman has been murdered, given the remarkably personal nature of his injuries, nor any doubt that Hermitage has been instructed to investigate. From the first tome of his exploits it is clear that this is most likely beyond his abilities so I can only hope for the best.

The local Norman Lord appears to be largely insane. A Saxon maiden is involved who is no better and the castle in which events are unfolding seems to be on the constant verge of collapse.

It is all very worrying and prompts me to continue my researches at pace. Once the 'G' is complete I have a lower case 'a' to retouch and then I shall crack on.

Howard
Warwick, England, Tuesday