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The Bone Pedlar - Sylvian Hamilton
2000 UK hardcover 1st edition, 1st impression, Orion, London A fine book in fine unclipped dust jacket No names or stamps etc Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears Sir Richard Straccan deals in religious artifacts and relics, a dangerous existence. His life suddenly got more problematic when he was asked to investigate a mystery, set in the middle ages the acclaimed first book in a series A bright and clean copy For Sale at £20 (approx $34) *W20 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The haggling was over, the bargain struck, the gold and silver counted (twice), bagged and tied, and locked in the abbot's strongbox. The two old men, the abbot and King Philip's agent, sipped wine, talking of this and that: the affairs of the world, their kings and lords, acquaintances in common, current scandal - mild and not so mild - and, more importantly, the blizzard that had raged for the past two days with considerable loss of life and, worse, destruction of property. 'Bring us wine, Brother,' the abbot had said, 'and some of those little savoury pastries.' Then, to his guest, as the kitchener hurried off, 'The chapel is in use until midnight. We cannot take the girdle from the altar until then/ The visitor sniffed at his medicinal pomander. Half the community was down with a vicious winter cold, fourteen monks ill enough to be tucked up in the infirmary, full now to overflowing, with pallets having to be set up in the adjoining still-room and storerooms. The infirmarian himself was sick unto death and his very junior assistant in charge, while the rest of the brethren coughed and sneezed all over the place. The abbot's parlour was small and cosy. An elegant brazier glowed, warming the room. Heavy hangings at the door and a snug shutter at the window kept out the November wind complaining and shrieking outside. The abbot's feet, in warm knitted socks, were toasting on a foot warmer tucked under his fur-lined over-robe. Pink plump and contented, he sat quietly, occasionally eyeing his visitor with an expression of smug satisfaction. |
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