The Remembered

Chapter Fourteen

1450

Lambley



'Will you 'and me that bag o' flour me lad?' asked Thomas. 'We need to make sume crust for the meat pies.'

'Aye Father,' replied James as he picked up the bag of flour and handed it to Thomas.

'Me lad, you get bigger and stronger every dee,' said Thomas when he saw how easily James lifted the bag. At twelve years old, James was already taller than Thomas and working in the bakery was developing his muscles.

James smiled and looked at his arms. He realized that he was getting bigger and he enjoyed the recognition that he was receiving as a result.

Elizabeth walked into the bakery from the street. She had been to the market to purchase meat for the pies. 'Is she nay the most luvly woman,' Thomas observed as she entered. Elizabeth smiled.

'Oh, Thomas, you embarrass me so,' replied Elizabeth, but she obviously approved.

Then looking at James, Thomas said, 'Sone, I will show you 'ow to make meat pies todee. Sumedee when you take over the shoppe, you will make the best meat pies in the county, just like your father.'

James and Elizabeth exchanged looks. Since the time that James was born, Thomas had been looking forward to and planning for the day when James would take over the bakery. James had been a willing pupil and a quick learner, but baking was not what he loved. James had already confided in Elizabeth many times that, while he didn't mind baking, he didn't love it and wasn't interested in taking over the shoppe. Most boys would have loved the opportunity of taking over their father's business and most fathers are excited about the prospect of a son following in their footsteps. So naturally Thomas assumed that would be the case with James. For the oldest son to choose not to follow his father would be a disappointment for most men, but for Thomas the disappointment would be multiplied because he had no other children. He and Elizabeth would have loved to have had more children, but it was not to be.

Elizabeth had made up her mind that she needed to tell Thomas of James' plans soon. James was already twelve and would be expected to apply himself in earnest to a trade soon, similar to an apprentice. Before she could speak with Thomas, she would have to get James out of the shoppe.

'James,' said Elizabeth, 'go and fetch sume water for the dough lad.'

With James out of the shoppe, Elizabeth said to Thomas. ''e is a gud boy, is 'e nay,' she said to Thomas as she watched James leave with the bucket.

'Aye, 'e is a gud lad,' Thomas agreed.

''e really luvs you, Thomas and wuld do most anything to please you.'

'Aye, I am very proud of 'im.'

'You know that 'e does nay luv baking,' ventured Elizabeth.

'e does nay luv baking?' Thomas repeated with some disbelief.

'Nay, 'e does it to please you. And 'e does it to 'elp us as well.'

Thomas was chopping potatoes and brought the knife down hard onto the wooden workbench for emphasis. ''e does nay enjoy baking?' Thomas repeated again. He was having difficulty making sense of this new information. ''e is almost a man, whot does he intend to do if it is nay baking? 'e 'as been baking since 'e was a wee lad. It will nay be long before 'e is as gud as meself.'

'Aye, 'e is a very gud baker indeed. 'ave you asked 'im whether 'e wants to be a baker all of 'is life?' she asked.

'Nay, I 'ave been too busy teaching 'im to bake. I just assumed that 'e wuld be a baker,' stated Thomas as he continued chopping the potatoes.

Thomas was getting a little agitated and so Elizabeth though it best to not press him on the issue at this time, but Thomas wouldn't let it rest.

'Whot is 'e prepared to do in the world? 'e does nay 'ave training. Are we to find 'im an apprenticeship?' Thomas asked.

'e does nay want to do a trade,' said Elizabeth. She knew that Thomas would not like to hear that, so she continued before he could react. 'You know that 'e has visited 'is great aunt regularly for years. She 'as taught 'im 'is let'ers and 'is numbers. 'e is quite bright,' she stated quickly.

'Aye, I know that 'e has 'is let'ers and numbers,' replied Thomas. 'boot whot will 'e do with those?'

A customer came into the shoppe at that time, so Elizabeth didn't answer right away. The customer only needed a couple loaves of bread. After the customer left, Elizabeth continued.

'is aunt also taught 'im sume Latin. 'e wants to go into the priesthood,' Elizabeth stated. 'There,' she thought, 'I 'ave said it. Now Thomas will be angry,' but she was surprised when Thomas didn't say a word.

Elizabeth looked over a Thomas. He was cutting meat into small squares for the meat pies, but cutting rather slowly.

'If me sone is in the priesthood,' thought Thomas to himself, 'who will take over the shoppe? Who will care for us in our old age?' 'On the other 'and,' he continued thinking, 'the priesthood is a respectable position. Me sone a priest!'

Thomas looked at Elizabeth and said, 'Our sone wants to be a priest?' Elizabeth nodded and smiled. 'Do you suppose that 'e will stay with it?' he asked.

'Aye, 'is mind is firm and 'e is a lad of strong resolve,' replied Elizabeth.

'I suppose that if 'e changes 'is mind, 'e can comb back to the shoppe,' said Thomas.

'Aye, boot do nay expect 'im to return.'

'Who will take over the shoppe then?'

Elizabeth could see that Thomas was accepting the changes quite well and she hugged him and said, 'We can sell the shoppe sume dee and use the muney to care for ourselves in our old age.'

Thomas kissed Elizabeth and asked with a grin, 'You will nay leave the shoppe, will you me lass?'

'Nay, I will never leave you.'

Thomas smiled warmly at Elizabeth and returned to preparing the meat.

'ow will we get 'im into the priesthood then?' asked Thomas.

''is great uncle Charles knows the new prior at the Lenton Priory, Prior Mydylburgh and 'e will provide a reference for James. The Priory is only aboot 8 miles away and we can see 'im on occasion.'

'And when wuld we do this?'

'Right away,' replied Elizabeth, ''e is already twelve.'

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Elizabeth kissed James goodbye on a clear morning about two weeks later. 'You let your father ride the 'orse lad and you walk if need be,' she said to him. 'You can send word to us with the priest at Saint Michael's. 'ave you the food that I packed for you?'

'Aye, mum. I a ready to go,' replied James with some excitement to be off.

'Now you do everything that the brothers tell you to do lad,' she made him promise.

'Aye, mum. I will,' said James with an obvious air of impatience.

''e is a big lad, me luv,' replied Thomas, coming to his defense. ''e will do fine.'

Elizabeth had tears welling up in her eyes now. She had never sent James away before. He had been at her side daily.

Thomas hugged his wife with a promise to be home before supper and with that, they were off.

It was a beautiful day and they made good time. They were standing in front of the Priory before it was time for lunch. The monks were gathering for the afternoon meal and Thomas asked one of them where he might find Prior Mydylburgh. The monk offered to take them to the Prior. They found him seated in the dining hall.

'Prior Mydylburgh,' stated the monk, 'these two 'ave comb from Lambley to see you.'

'Welcome friends,' said the Prior. 'Sit and dine with us. It is a simple meal, boot there is plent'y. After we eat, we will talk of your business.'

Thomas thanked him graciously and he and James sat at the table. James was surprised that the hall was entirely silent during the meal. He had never been in any group that was so utterly silent. At one point in the meal, he leaned over to his father to whisper, but the swift look of one of the monks caused him to reconsider.

After the meal, they followed in silence as the Prior and the Subprior, along with one brother of the priory led them to another room where they could speak. James noticed that all the monks and novices seemed to know exactly what it was they were supposed to be doing at every moment. And they all seemed very busy.

The Prior was a tall man. He was thin and had dark hair and a square jaw. He appeared old to James, maybe in his fifties. The Subprior was quite a lot older still. James thought that he was as old as his great uncle, Charles, maybe in his seventies. The Subprior was also shorter than the Prior, with gray hair. He had a stern look about him.

Once inside the room and the door shut, the Prior seated himself in a large chair. James had never seen a chair so large. Despite its size, it certainly did not have the appearance of being comfortable.

'Now, please state your business,' urged the Prior. 'Whot can we poor servants do for you?'

Thomas bowed his head in recognition of Prior's position and status and said, 'Me sone desires to join your order and be one with the brothers of your priory. I 'ave a let'er 'ere from 'is great uncle, Charles, who lives in Lambley.'

The Prior smiled in recognition of the name and asked for the letter. He studied it carefully and then looked steadfastly at James, making James uncomfortable. James had never been in the presence of someone so important and he was filled with excitement. He also realized that he was staring at the Prior. He quickly bowed his head also.

'Whot is your name lad?' asked the Prior.

'It is James, me lord,' he replied.

'You may call me Prior, sone.' James felt his face flush. He thought that he should have known better and he was a little embarrassed.

The Prior continued. 'Is it true that you wish to join our order?'

'Aye, it is true,' asserted James.

'You are yung enuf that I doubt that you are married.'

'Nay, Prior, I am nay married.'

'Do you 'ave any debts? Nay, I suppose that you are too yung. You can nay join the order if you are encumbered with debts.'

'Nay, I 'ave no debts, Prior Mydylburgh,' promised James.

'And you brought no belongs with you? Is this true?' asked the Prior.

'Only the clothes you see me wearing,' stated James.

'Do you read or write, boy?' asked by the Subprior. James lifted his head and looked at him and then bowed his head again.

'Aye, me great aunt taught me me let'ers and me numbers,' offered James.

'I did nay ask about your numbers,' retorted the Subprior sternly. 'To offer more information than is requested about one's self is a sign of vanity. Are you vain, lad?'

James didn't know how to answer that question and felt as though he were in a trap. 'If I say that I am nay vain, 'ow wuld I account for offering the information when it was nay asked?' he thought to himself. 'If I do say that I am vain, per'aps I shall be punished for vanity.'

'I do nay know,' replied James quietly.

'You realize that you can nay join the order directly, boot must spend time as a novice to learn our ways and to determine whether our life is suitable for you and whether you are suitable for our order,' stated the Prior.

'Aye, I do understand,' replied James, but this interview was causing him to wonder about his choice.

Thomas had remained silent with his head bowed during the entire conversation and now the Prior addressed him.

'You may leave the lad 'ere and return to your 'ome,' the Prior said to Thomas as he handed the letter of reference back to him.

Thomas thanked the Prior and turned and hugged James. James saw a tear in Thomas' eye and hear a crack in his voice when he said, 'Send us word sone. Do nay forget your mum.'

'Aye, I will send word father. I luv you and mum,' replied James.

With that, Thomas turned and followed one of the brothers out of the room and down a long stone corridor. They walked in silence. Thomas wanted to ask the brother to care for James, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The corridor emptied into a stone-cobbled courtyard surrounded on three sides by a high stone wall. The only opening in the wall was a large gate that had a door fashioned in the middle. Thomas exited the Priory enclosure through the heavy door and listened as it creaked closed behind him. When it closed, he could hear someone secure the door on the inside with a large wooden beam.

Thomas took his horse and walked a few paces before turning to look at the Priory. He couldn't help but think that those inside had barricaded themselves off from the real world. He was sure that most of them did it to bring glory to God, but it wasn't the type of life that other people could live. It was a cloistered existence. The realization that he and Elizabeth would never have grandchildren swept over him and his heart sank. They would also now be deprived of the regular association of their only child.

Thomas mounted his horse and as he headed for Lambley, he felt a heaviness in his heart that he had not expected. 'Why do I feel this way?' he wondered out loud. 'I 'ave just given me sone to God. I shuld be full of joy. Boot, I do nay feel joyful.'

When Thomas reached Lambley it was well after dark. He entered through the back of the bakery and ascended the stairs. He found Elizabeth in the bed with a candle burning nearby. She turned to him when he entered the room and called to him.

'Thomas, is James going to be alright?' she asked.

Thomas sat on the bed beside her. Only then did he see her puffy, red eyes and see the wetness of the pillow where she had laid her head. He held her close.

'Aye, me luv. 'e will be fine,' he said as he struggled to control his own emotions. Elizabeth breathed in heavy, uneven breaths as she fought back the tears. He held her in silence for what seemed like a long time. Once he thought that she had fallen asleep, but realized that she had not. 'Whot 'ave we dune, me luv? I miss 'im so much already,' he whispered. 'And we will nay 'ave grandchildren.'

'I miss 'im also,' said Elizabeth. ''e is only half a dee's walk. We can see 'im sumetimes,' she tried to reassure herself.

'And we will nay, 'ave grandchildren,' Thomas whispered.

That was the end of their conversation and they didn't speak of it again.

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After Thomas had left, James was presented to the council of brothers of the order as a novice candidate. The brothers all sat in a large hall that was off the chapel. One half the brothers sat on one side and half sat on the other. The Prior and the subprior sat in the front of the group and asked James to prostrate himself on the ground before them with his face to the floor and his arms outstretched.

'The life that you choose is a 'ard life,' said the Prior. 'Do you wish to follow a life of poverty, work and prayer?'

'Aye,' replied James.

'Are you prepared to live a life of chastity?'

'Aye,' replied James again.

'Will you subjugate your will to the will of God and to the will of this order,' continued the Prior 'and obey me as you wuld God?'

'Aye,' said James, but what he really wanted to say was that he would obey so long as it was God's will, but he felt it better not to say such a thing.

'Will you give all of your earthly belongs to the poor and from this time on 'ave nuthing to call your own?' asked the Prior.

'Aye,' replied James, then added, 'me clothes on me back is all that I own.'

'Vain lad,' exclaimed the Subprior. 'This boy is full of vanity and must be rid of it!'

'In due time,' replied the Prior calmly. Speaking to the rest of the assembly, the Prior said, 'Brothers, shall we accept this lad, James, as a novice in this order?'

James wanted to look up to see who would agree and who would not, but he didn't dare do so.

'It is set'eld then,' said the Prior. 'Novice James, you may arise. Brother Clement, show 'im to 'is quarters with the other novices and then 'ave 'im report to Brother Matthew for work assignment.'

Brother Clement led James to one of the buildings behind the chapel and up a stairway. The building was wooden and covered with plaster and the roof was a heavy thatch. The upper room covered the full length of the building and contained the beds of the novices.

'That will be your bed in the corner, sone,' Brother Clement said pointing to a bed at the far end of the room. 'You will 'ave one blanket and no pillow. You will also find two 'abits. You will wear one for work and the other for sleeping. When the work 'abit needs washing, you will wear the 'abit that you 'ad been sleeping in for work and wash the first 'abit. When it is clean, you will use it for sleeping. You may 'ang your 'abit on the 'ook by your bed.'

'Shuld I change into a 'abit now then?' asked James.

'Aye, and then give me your clothes. You will nay be needing them and we will give them to the poor,' replied Brother Clement.

After James changed, Brother Clement presented him to Brother Matthew.

'Aye, our new novice,' Brother Matthew greeted him. 'It is a bright, sunny dee. Let us 'ave you start by cleaning out the pens for the oxen. Yes, that is a gud place to start.'

Brother Matthew led James to the oxen pen and handed him a wooden shovel and a bucket.

'All these pens must be cleaned oot. And pile the manure over there, we will use it on the garden.'

James looked to where Brother Matthew was pointing and saw a small pile of manure that appeared to be left over from last year. 'This will nay be too bad,' thought James as he took the shovel and bucket.

The work went well enough for awhile, but the manure was deeper than James had expected. He realized that this was going to be a difficult task. The warmth of the sun felt fine at first, but the more James shoveled, the more uncomfortable he became. Sweat ran down his forehead and into his eyes. When he wiped his face and eyes with the rough woolen habit it felt like he was rubbing his face with a stick. Just before dark he stood back to admire his work and was disheartened to see that he had barely made an impact on the amount of manure left in the pens. The oxen were led into the pens at that point by one of the other novices and thankfully, James heard the bell signaling the time to gather for the evening meal.

'So, you are the new novice,' said the novice who had led the oxen to the pens. 'Whot is your name?'

'I am James, and whot is your name?'

'I am Novice Robert and you wuld do well to refer to yourself as Novice James. You will appear to be full of vanity otherwise.'

'Aye, I am grateful to you,' replied James.

'So, you 'ave the blessing of cleaning the oxen pens, then,' said Novice Robert as he surveyed James' work. 'Only the new novices that need to 'ave worldliness removed from them get the 'blessing' of this chore. We 'ave nay 'ad a new novice for sume time, so the pens are deep with manure. 'as your worldliness been removed?'

'It is a 'ard assignment indeed,' observed James, 'boot I do nay know if it 'as removed me worldliness.'

'You do nay know whot 'ard is yet,' replied Novice Robert as he looked upward. 'Do you see any stars? Nay, it will rain tomorrow and then you will know whot 'ard is.'

James looked at the dark sky and indeed, there were no stars.

It was raining when James went to the oxen pen the next morning. The manure that was hard and difficult to break up the day before was smooth and runny now. The shovel was fairly flat, making it difficult to pick up very much manure at a time. Hour after hour James shoveled and the buckets filled slowly. James had been in mud before, but this wasn't mud. The manure clung to his long habit and seemed to climb higher and higher on its own.

By the time that the bell rang for the noon day meal, James' muscles and back ached and his habit seemed almost covered in manure. He was obliged to eat his meal outside the dining hall because of the smell.

He was nearly halfway done with the assignment by the time that the bell rang for the evening meal. Again, he was obliged to eat away from the others.

As James lay in bed that night he thought about his mother and father and the bakery. He wondered whether he had made a mistake. He was starting to miss his home very much. He dreamed that night that he was at home. He could smell the heavy scents of the bread cooking in the large brick oven and could see his father kneading a batch of dough. When he awoke and found that he was not in the bakery, but instead was in a large room full of other novices who were arising for the day, his heart sank. He wanted to go home.

He had washed his habit the night before, so at least today he would start fresh. He ate his morning meal more slowly than the others and had to be encouraged by Brother Clement to hurry along. After he finished, he headed toward the oxen pens for another day of hard work and drudgery. He hoped that his other habit would dry during the day so that he wouldn't have to sleep in it damp.

The corridor leading to the door nearest the oxen pens led by the entrance to the library. As he walked by the door, he heard the Subprior call his name. His first thought was to find a place to hide, but that would only make matters worse.

'Novice James, 'ave you been purged of worldliness?' asked the Subprior with a stern look.

''ow shuld I answer this?' thought James. 'If I say no, 'e will surely send me to the pens. If I say aye, 'e may nay believe me and send me to the pens, or worse.'

'Aye,' replied James in a tentative voice without looking at the Subprior.

'You say that you know your let'ers?'

'Aye,' replied James in a slow and questioning way. He was sure that the Subprior was trying to trick him into a display of vanity.

'Gud, follow me then, boy,' said the Subprior as he turned and entered in to the library.

James had only ever seen one book, but here there were hundreds it seemed. They lined each wall on shelves from the floor to a height higher than his head. The room was well lit with long, high windows on two of the walls. There were four desks in the middle of the room and three of them were occupied by brothers of the order. They didn't look up when James walked in with the Subprior, but busily continued their writing. Each had a quill pen and an ink bottle. James noticed that they each had a blackened finger and thumb on the hand that they used to hold the pen. James looked at his own right hand. He hadn't noticed, but the ink stains that were often on his thumb and finger were gone now, undoubtedly rubbed off by the use of the shovel. Then it made sense to James as to why it was that the Subprior had asked whether he was able to read and write. He had noticed the ink stains on his hand.

'You will use this desk,' said the Subprior, pointing to the desk closest to one of the windows. 'You will report 'ere each dee. This will be your assignment in the future. Do you agree, Novice James?'

'Aye, Subprior,' said James. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. No more shoveling manure.

'You will be a scribe and will make copies of our books and other manuscripts. This is a very important work. One that is abuve your station and one that is nay generally given to novices. See that you perform it well,' said the Subprior.

'Aye,' replied James with some excitement. He could hardly believe that this was to be his work. He walked to the desk and ran his fingers across the wooden top. 'May I sit, then?' asked James.

'You may,' replied the Subprior. 'You will report to me in this assignment. You will nay be late and if you do nay write quickly, it will be back to the pens for you.'

'Aye, Subprior,' replied James. 'I will do well.'

James was determined to not return to the task of cleaning the pens. If that meant copying every book in the library, it was okay with him.