The H

The H

Brother Gerald’s eyes strained under the dull flickering of the tallow taper. The page was nearly complete. He put down his quill and reviewed the neatly spaced lines, slavishly comparing them to Hildegard’s text before him.

“Perfect,” he thought; then crossed himself in repentance for the momentary lapse in modesty.

He picked up the shell and began mixing the powdered gold and egg white he would use in the illumination of the “H.”

Padre

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Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #82 – “Illumination” in 73 words