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Today, 17th November, is the Feast of St Hilda
(the formidable 7th century Abbess of Whitby)
In her younger days I hear St Hilda could indeed turn my one-eyed snake to stone...St, Hilda, who turned snakes into stone! They don't make saints like that any more.
(The legend was inspired by all the ammonite fossils, or "snake-stones" found in the rocks around Whitby)
The monk watched with a mixture of fascination and sympathy. The crosses were so heavy, some of the girls so slight.
Wood weighed them down, forced them to stagger and stumble on their march. Soon it would be the wood that held their bodies up, the tables turned. The wood would not stumble, would take the weight with ease.
He watched, his eyes switching between the straining bodies. That one there, the French girl, she was not so defiant now. The other, the innocent looking one, she seemed barely able to manage, but determination was slowly spreading over her face. She may surprise us yet.
His eyes moved to the nun on the other side. She was not looking at him now, her attention taken entirely by the struggling bodies between them. He knew, he understood her interest, the hunger she radiated was something he felt growing inside himself. He wanted to be with her, to share this moment.
This special moment . . . . .
The dark haired girl is certainly struggling...at least Sister Hilda seems to be administering the right amount of encouragement!
She should at least do better than the Crosshageul girl!
We'll see.....
As I was trying to get some of the blood off the sandstone columns, I heard Bishop Wragg having a go at Sister Hilda for hitting her novice so hard, and he told her to use the 'refreshment break' to pray for forgiveness. Carrying my bucket of water (just as effective as an 'Access All Areas' pass) I followed Hilda into the vestry.
The Cardinal was seated in a large chair, with his legs splayed, and Sister Hilda was kneeling in prayer at his feet. The kind Cardinal was helping Hilda pray by laying his hands on her head, and helping her head to bob up and down. The cardinal's eyes were closed, and he had a contented smile on his face; it looked as if Hilda's sins were being forgiven.
I busied myself cleaning the vestry, cursing the boxes of VSOP French Cognac and Single-Malt Scotch Whisky scattered around.
No gifts from Threepwood, I did well to bet on that Thessala girl to come last.
I wouldn't be too sure...
While I was cutting thorny branches and twigs in the garden to make into crowns, I overheard two members of the Threepwood party chatting; they didn't notice me behind the hedge. I didn't hear everything, but enough to suspect that Threepwood still has an ace up its sleeve; they're saving something big for the final round.
I just knew there would be a pile-up. Barb was probably overtaking on the wrong sideFollowing our collision, Messaline bounced off and careened into a column, and went down
I could point out my bookie if you like. He's the one over there with the foxy face.The Squirrel looked around for the interesting human with the flask of widdle. Maybe he would like to make a bet on how long before the Hilda's neck went pop?
This girl's been learning tactics from a slavegirl from some barbaric land across the Ocean,
who was given to Abbess Ailsa (Ailsa the Crag, not Alisa ) by a Dutch sea-captain
heading up the Clyde, in recognition of services generously provided to himself and his crew
by the nuns of Crosshageul.
The slavegirl's a wild kid, she seems to have an irresistible urge to get covered in mud,
but what she doesn't know about crosses and wheels isn't knowledge.
So, advised by Cruxslave as she's known, Eul holds cannily behind the ruck
(peloton I think she calls it ) in the narrow aisles,
knowing they're going to come a cropper at the west transept bend....
(PS -as ever, late - thanks for all the advice on X-cross carrying,
this really is the site for cross-cognoscenti!
I think Monty's idea of a strap round my waist is a good one,
though perhaps one above my boobs going round under my armpits
would distribute the weight better? But Cruxslave has shown me how to
heave it up onto my shoulders and scuttle round the others
when I see a chance )
Barbaria, I simply don't know what you're talking about. Plagiarizing? We're simply keeping consistent imagery between paragraphs. Continuity is not copying.
brilliant - maybe I'd seen that pic and got a subconscious memory of it,Eul's ready to make her move....watch out everyone for what will happen at that west transept bend
View attachment 303968 View attachment 303969 ... couple images to prove it can be done .... but shows that a strap under the armpits just above the boobs could help.
brilliant - maybe I'd seen that pic and got a subconscious memory of it,
but I honestly was just thinking how I'd deal with an awkward load like that
What will happen at the transept bend, you ask? There will be some blasted verger with a mop and bucket cleaning the floor. There will be carnage as you stumble and knock him out with your cross beamEul's ready to make her move....watch out everyone for what will happen at that west transept bend
View attachment 303968 View attachment 303969 ... couple images to prove it can be done .... but shows that a strap under the armpits just above the boobs could help.