Lady Gwynn offers an anatomy lesson

Egelric found the door to his lord’s study cracked open, and he saw the emerald light of the green glass lamp within. He knocked.
“What now?” Alred called. “My elbow?”

Egelric found the door to his lord’s study cracked open, and he saw the emerald light of the green glass lamp within. He knocked.
“What now?” Alred called. “My elbow?”

Father Brandt found the Queen already waiting for him in the chapel.
“Father! I must confess a mortal sin!”

“Sigefrith! Sigefrith!”
Sigefrith woke at once, but the anguish in his wife’s voice made him feel as if his dream had been a calm reality, and that he was waking into a nightmare.

Matilda was awake and staring up at the ceiling. There was light enough coming in from the next room to keep her eyes busy, and she could not keep them closed. But her mind was even busier, and it was this that would not allow her to sleep.
She heard Alred reach up and scratch his head.

Father Brandt turned a page in his book. It was late, but as on so many other nights, he was out of bed, reading by candlelight. And as on so many other nights, he was reading Augustine’s City of God. But how was it, if Augustine always seemed to know the answers, he could never find them in this book?
“But all the miracles of the magicians are performed according to the teaching and by the power of demons,” he read.

Egelric stood before his fireplace, but no fire burned. The doors were wide open, and a chill, damp breeze stirred his hair, but it was not enough to cool the man who lay burning with fever in the bedroom.
Matilda was there, in the bedroom, and Father Brandt and the old wise woman Mother Duna, but between the three of them they had found nothing that could halt the rise of the fever.

“I would say it’s been worse since Leofric has been here, though I hate to say it, since I am happy to see the man,” Alred sighed.
Egelric and Alred were sitting before the fire in Egelric’s small house, waiting. It was the night of the new moon, and Alred had not wanted Egelric to wait alone. Indeed, his presence here had been a command.

“Squire!”
Egelric and his horse both jumped, startled by the voice calling out from a shadowy corner of the King’s stable.

“Beloved, thy face is like this morning’s sun: obscured by clouds,” Alred said softly as he came down the hall and spied Gunnilda sitting at her kitchen table.
“Oh!” Gunnilda chuckled. “Where did Your Grace come from?”

“There you are!” Matilda called from her bed as her husband came into the room, unbuckling his belt. “I’ve been waiting.”
“Kind of you, my dear.” He hung up his belt and pulled his tunic off over his head. “I do believe that we are making progress with that man. I got him to laugh twice.”
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