Christ Church Priory, Canterbury, 990 AD
Christ Church Priory, Canterbury, 990 ADOut of the corner of his eye, discreetly, Folcwin glanced across the aisle of the scriptorium, where under the window opposite his, Gerbrand was painting a fine line in liquid gold. His companion was too far away for him to snatch an illicit glimpse of the design, so he sighed heavily. Hitherto, they had obeyed the prior’s order not to discuss their work, but each had tentatively admitted to having finished the copying of the text of Psalm 82, but that was no great achievement since the psalm was relatively short at only seventeen lines. Another glance and his thoughts shifted in another direction.
What’s he doing now? Green ink! Why? Can it be for grass or trees? But where? Why?
What’s he doing now? Green
