By Brother Reginald, Prior of the Abbey of St. Alban-in-the-Fen The bells tolled from the great tower of St. Hildegarde’s at dawn, their deep voices echoing through valleys and across the rooftops of Eyehasseen, announcing the end of a pontificate and the passing of a man both beloved and bewildering.Continue Reading

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By Brother Aurembald Let us speak plainly, friends: the Kingdom’s marketplaces are filled with wares of every kind — boots, bread, beetroot wine, and occasionally an alarming number of onions. But they are also filled with that murkier exchange: the dance of the haggle. It is an ancient rite, olderContinue Reading

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