Christ Church Priory, Canterbury, 995 AD
Christ Church Priory, Canterbury, 995 ADThe paradox of Folcwin’s life lay in the lack of time available to him for contemplation that was an essential part of monastic life, for he had become a sort of mechanical device, a mindless creator of scrolls and whorls. At first, this condition suited him as it left no room for thoughts of the Lady Imelda, who had stolen his heart. Recognising that their destinies could not intertwine, he had plunged wholeheartedly into creating the psalter Prior Hrodulf had charged him to produce. Thus, the months had become years until two full twelvemonths had passed and the tome was at last ready for binding.
When Brother Sigwald swaggered into the scriptorium bearing a leather-bound volume, he directed a curious, jub
