![]() Stephen, his habit loaded with meat and cheese, his mind wanting beer, turned his face at her and felt an unexpected twinge of empathy. Josephina looked at her paltry earnings, not enough to feed even two of her many human children, and choked back a tear. ![]() The mighty wooden doors closed behind them, locked until service. Soon enough, they crossed under the tympanum and into their sanctuary. With baskets loaded and carried by floppy-eared mules, they left in a proud procession, much pleased with their indulgent spending today. They tossed their coins at the attendants with panache, knowing full well that they would get them back on Sunday. Indeed, they touched tomatoes, rubbed ripe figs, and gripped grapes aplenty. And so, they ran their stiff fingers over as much of the produce as they could. With noses upturned and fierce eyes aglow with gluttonous desire, the cardinals ran out, clutching their birettas in one hand, the other outstretched for easy grasping. “Ay, right smart of you,” Josephina replied and got to hacking up her kid.Īs soon as most of the peasants had arranged their sundry fruits and veggies, the most elegant of the robed ones appeared. “Nay, we have need of soap in the abbey, and I wish not spoil your meal.” Lend you a hand?” cried a gap-toothed and bald maiden. “Oy, Stephen! We got ourselves a goat to quarter. Indeed, the abbey owned the square on which the tenant farmers rented their stalls and sold their taxed goods. It was Market Day, and the abbot was rubbing his ruby ring and smiling with glee since God would make a killing today. The church bells clanged, and the peasants emerged from their hovels.
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