Conversations on Science, Culture and Time
Lowly Fruit, Lofty Consequences
In this sixth instalment of Tales from the Cloister, we return to Brother Percival himself - older, warier, and determined to keep out of trouble. Unfortunately, a bumper apple harvest, a few cracked bottles, and the arrival of a very important guest conspire against his better intentions. What begins as a harmless cider soon threatens to unearth old heresies, test ecclesiastical diplomacy, and remind us all why fermentation is a dangerous form of theology.
Fewer Visions, More Malt: A Letter from Brother Cadfael
Shrewsbury Abbey Feast of St. Benedict, in the Year of Our Lord 1264
Brother Percival,
Peace and (tentative) good health be upon you.
Your most recent delivery — a curious flagon bearing no seal but reeking faintly of yarrow and unconfessed sin — arrived two nights past. It was found by Brother Jerome outside the apothecary, nestled inexplicably in a wheelbarrow of turnips.
