A dream of the bonny highlands for the lusty monk

Anselm crept slowly and silently along the brick lined passageway, the only sounds being that of water dripping from the cold damp walls and the scurrying of rats along the ground. Rodents held no fear for the monk, he had spent time in places much worse than this, often finding himself drunk in the gutter of one godforsaken place or another when he had spent time fighting in the ridiculous third crusade, a vanity war if ever there was one and one which had deadly consequences for so many good people.

He remembered the children’s crusade of the early thirteenth century which had ended in misery and enslavement for many thousands and in which his own son had been lost to him forever. Never again he had vowed would he be so misled, so manipulated by those in power. It was then that he had decided to renounce violence, leave the army and try to make amends with god by doing good work for the church. He had soon realised that he was not a believer and instead he had used his position as a physician, his skills learned from an erudite Saracen scholar he had met on his travels home, to create for himself a comfortable and safe life within the monastery. That now was all finished and he knew that once he escaped from this place, if he escaped, then he must travel afar and build his life anew, somewhere he was unknown and free to be his own man.

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He had heard about Scotland and its open spaces, untroubled by the law or government and where a man could build a new life for himself untroubled by his neighbours. He did not know if the stories he had heard about the red headed wild but peaceful men of the Highlands were true but he was bewitched by the tales of the land’s rugged beauty. And anyway, he was no shrinking violet when it came to fighting for his life or land. And what if the beautiful and sensual Anna Maria could join him there? Could they build a life together? She was used to sunnier climes but like him, should she escape, she would always be a fugitive and would have little choice but to do as he planned and live at the far reaches of the world.

To be continued.