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.