Winchester, 879 AD
Winchester, 879 ADThe next morning, Prior Ansleth, his face more relaxed, addressed us in a paternal fashion, explaining his meeting with Brother Esegar.
“Well, my sons, I believe we have put an end to this unwholesome gossiping. I brought Esegar here. As expected, he denied instigating the rumours, but admitted to having told some of the brothers that he had heard your voices in the depths of the night when normal monks are asleep.”
normal“The hypocrite!” John pounced. “He cannot be normal himself if he’s snooping at our door to eavesdrop at such an hour.”
normalThe prior smiled thinly. “The selfsame point I made, but he justified his nocturnal prowling by saying that he was having difficulty that night with prayer.”
“Because his conscience was unclean,” I contribu
