Chapter 11

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December 24, 1371 December 24, 1371Christmas Eve, Feast Day of Saint Gregory of Spoleto,and Saints Thrasilla and Emiliana Christmas Eve, Feast Day of Saint Gregory of Spoleto,and Saints Thrasilla and EmilianaThe raven came first. It landed upon the window sill in the kitchen of the silversmith’s wife and croaked so loudly at me that I nearly dropped my ladle into the hot wort. “Wretched bird! Shoo!” I waved my hand at it, but it merely tilted its head to regard me with bright eyes. “Fie! Away with you!” I knew as well as any the repute of these birds, but had less desire than most souls to be in the company of a creature so associated with superstition. I had sufficient trouble without being found in the company of drinkers of blood and harbingers of death. The silversmith’s wife wou

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