Preparations for a Prince - the wicked ways of Brother Anselm continues

So, for Brother Anselm, no women of substance and no prospect of any, no fun to be had between the sheets or in the fields or better still in the dark dungeons of the castle (which provided protection to the Abbey which was housed in its grounds), what was a man to do? Little was Anselm to know but there would be plenty of opportunities coming his way and that real soon...

The daily grind of the Abbey was rarely broken by any spontaneous acts or any planned events and so the visit of a prince of Girona to the castle was welcomed for the break it would bring from routine. All of the monks were required to provide services to the visitors – there would be a substantial entourage and they would need sustenance of the material as well as the spiritual kind. The Abbey provided all of the vegetables and meat to the castle, from its own enclosed farming compounds, often using villagers for the most onerous and worldly tasks. Anselm knew that he would get the easy ticket, as long as there wasn’t an outbreak of the black death, a terrible affliction wherein the plague sufferer would break out in postules and sores, would endure high fevers, vomiting and other unpleasant side effects of the terrifying disease.

He had skilfully avoided having to treat any of the sufferers the years before when a third of the population of Europe had been wiped out and now, in the Year of Our Lord anno Domini thirteen fifty one he hoped he wouldn’t be in that position again – were he to once again take one of his concoctions and play sick it would arouse suspicions. But only God knew how to treat the poor unfortunates that contracted plague, he knew he couldn’t and so his conscience was clear as far as he was concerned. More chance of catching than curing...

The royal visit was planned for a week from now and preparations were well underway. The visit was not timely, weather wise as snow had been falling heavily and the temperature hovered around freezing. Painting, washing and repairing things was no fun in these conditions but there was no choice in the matter. Anselm busied himself making potions for all manner of complaints, from influenza to bad backs, skin conditions to bladder problems.

To be continued soon: when we discover more about Brother Anselm’s cosy life and his deep and dark sexual desires.

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