The secrets of Brother Anselm continued

As Anna disembarked her carriage Anselm caught his first glance at her. She was stunning, olive skinned, long and curled dark brown hair, a shapely ankle though there was not much else on show as she wore a thick cloak as protection against the elements. She was waited on by six hand maidens and Anselm could tell that they were exotic and sensuous creatures as well. He felt a stiffness but also a frustration – he would have no opportunity to seduce these servant women. Not for a moment did he consider that Anna may be a suitable target for his attentions but she would soon disabuse him of that reticence.

The ensemble moved swiftly into the castle, their quarters no doubt in the comparatively luxurious North tower. Anselm had spent some time in the castle, tending to the sick, both servants and masters and he envied the opulence. Whilst he had to content himself with his humble quarters, though he accepted that he lived well when set against not only the peasants but his fellow monks, it aggrieved him that there could be such a contrast in the way that people lived simply because of who they were born.

The one advantage Anselm had in his favour was that he had been at the Abbey nearly thirty years, since he was a young boy of fourteen, and aside from the Abbot was the only person remaining to have seen the castle’s previous tenant and to have been around when the alterations had been made to the building. The tenant had been Antonio De Sanchi. It was rumoured that De Sanchi held non-canonical beliefs. It was even hinted at that he had a copy of a heretical gospel, the gospel of Thomas which claimed that it was a verbatim account of the Lord’s time on Earth – ‘these are the words that the living Jesus spoke...’ Staying with him regularly was a certain Pico della Mirandola, a man who openly espoused views that bordered on heretical – his ‘oration on the dignity of man’ is surely nothing more than a passionate espousal of Gnosticism? He clearly believed the notion that Earth is our literal hell, and that we must work to climb the ladder of divinity. He also hinted at man as God! This was sacrilegious stuff but Mirandola’s use of language was elusive and could only be used as hinting at heresy, not being explicit and he was not so stupid that he would give his enemies an easy target.

To be continued.

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