AVIGNON CLEMENT"S STUDY 7 January 1348 AD
“…come in, Alice.” The two sat at Clément"s desk, their heads close, she speaking in a low voice, he listening with great attention. “…yes, that is well said, my dear, and I thank you. Now, will you take wine with me? I have an hour away from my duties.”
“I am not worthy, but your cellar is too good to refuse.” She savoured his claret, he enjoyed her body. When she left, her clothes were in disarray, her face aglow. Breathing hard, she pulled the cowl of her cloak over her head before exiting the door into the wooded Rocher des Doms. She walked down through the town to her house next door but one from Marius and Dominique"s.
Clément"s sermons had fatigued him. He had kept his own company for two days in his private rooms. Without sleep, he immer
