Of all the things in the heretic community, the one thing that Brother Peire can always understand is his work in the copy room. After a week it doesn't even matter to him what he's copying, as long as he has the comforting smell of ink and the familiar weight of a pen in his hand and the texture of parchment or vellum under his fingers. He scores guidelines for the letters and marks out margins and spaces for the illustrated capitals, if there are any, and the first time he makes a mistake he internally asks God for forgiveness, and then cuts a little piece of scrap parchment, glues it over the misspelled word, and continues on.
( It helps that he hasn't been asked to copy any blatantly heretical texts )
words: 7536
total words: 36,476
( It helps that he hasn't been asked to copy any blatantly heretical texts )
words: 7536
total words: 36,476