「Lincolnshire, Peterborough Monastery, the Scriptorium.」
The Scriptorium was spacious yet empty. Bookshelves lined its walls, but they were all bare.
Hildred was the only Cultivator who remained.
He sat in his seat, moving his quill, transcribing text onto the page from memory.
The Norman invasion, the brutal King William the Conqueror... almost every Saxon despaired for their fate.
The Saxon nobility had been all but wiped out. The highborn of this island were now all Normans, and the Saxons had been reduced to mere slaves.
But he, Hildred, an English Cultivator who had once lived in Normandy, saw things differently.
He was a Cultivator of Peterborough Monastery, a scholar who craved knowledge, a devout believer dedicated to understanding God's greatness.
Norman or Saxon, he had always believed that all people were equal before God.
If God favored a certain people, then why was Jesus born? Shouldn't the Jews, the people of the scripture, then own the entire world?
