“Cranston was snoring, dead to the world. Athelstan lay for a while. He felt warm and rested. Hearing the first chimes of the bell, he got up and, taking a towel from the wooden lavarium, went out across the mist-shrouded grounds to the monastery bath house. Here he washed and scrubbed himself, threw on his robe, then went back to the kitchen of the guest house, built up the fire and boiled some water in which to shave. He tiptoed upstairs, took out fresh underclothes and a robe from his saddle ...bag, then breakfasted on the scraps from the meal of the night before. He knelt for a while, saying his own office, keeping his mind clear and disciplined, before going across to celebrate mass in one of the side chapels of the monastery church. Other priests were doing the same, taking advantage of the time before Lauds to perform their own private office. After he had disrobed and thanked Norbert, who was serving as his sacristan, Athelstan went into the sanctuary behind the high altar, still sweet with the smell of wax candles and incense.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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