Winchester, 879 AD
Winchester, 879 ADEvery time I crossed paths with Esegar, he seemed to have shrunk. I know that was only an impression. Undoubtedly, our Greek tragedy had the desired effect. Like a snail retreating into its shell, Esegar shied from intrigue, leaving us the necessary calm for our work. One morning, some weeks after the episode in the prior’s room, John took a break from his laborious translation of Pope Gregory’s opus and watched my careful inking of an initial until I had laid the quill on my desk and sat back.
Greek tragedy“That is the most intricate letter E that I’ve ever seen, Gwynn. How terrifying is your green-faced beast with its sharp teeth! Will it devour those eight poor souls? They look penitent, rather like Esegar under my blade.”
I laughed and explained
