Christ Church Priory, Canterbury, 997 AD
Christ Church Priory, Canterbury, 997 ADFolcwin wandered into the kitchen carrying two dead hares by their long ears. By now, during the fifteen months that his brother had spent skulking in the Black Woods, he had become a master of deception as well as a most welcome visitor to the monastery kitchens. Today’s offering was particularly pleasing to the Kitchener,
Black Woods“My goodness, you are quite the expert with your snares, Brother Folcwin! These two beauties will make a tasty stew for the brothers. If your reputation as a scribe did not precede you, I’d be tempted to observe that you spend more time in the woods than at your desk.”
“Not so, Brother Kitchener. My Life of Mildred lacks but one more illustration to be complete. Wandering amid
