This set me wondering as to how far those in the monastery were prepared to go in order to prevent the monastery’s documents coming to light. The fire had provided the perfect excuse to limit my investigations.
Brother Samuel turned into a real nightmare. He was either constantly at my side or peering over my shoulder like a guard dog.
Every morning I was awakened by the chants of the monks. When I left my room, I would wash in a small fountain at the bottom of a courtyard from which sprang icy cold water before going to breakfast. It was a miracle that I didn’t contract pneumonia.
At the end of breakfast, we would always go and hear mass before leaving to carry out our duties. After my first visit to the library, I was able to consult the general index that listed the monastery’s conte
