The Abbey, Minster-in-Thanet, 995 AD
The Abbey, Minster-in-Thanet, 995 ADThe lavender-blue eyes stared earnestly into his and he was conscious of his minor handicap. He knew that the more he was aware of his wandering eye, the more it tended to misbehave. Judging by Imelda’s expression, it did not disconcert her, rather she was intent on having her way over the scriptorium.
He had told her that her presence wasn’t needed for his note-taking because he had an excellent memory, which was true. She seemed unwilling to accept this and perhaps because he was unsure of her motive, listened to her plea. He liked to think that she wanted to remain near him but wasn’t it more likely that she did not wish to risk his powers of recall being less than perfect? In any case, he wanted to be rid of the
