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Brigit’s Journal – One Medieval Christmas
Contrary to what they think, it is not impossible for us to enter churches. My Eamon can, because he was Jewish – which he says makes for amusing surprises if someone tries to ward him off with a cross. I can, to an extent, because in my humanity I was not Christian. Our tiny pocket [...]
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Brigit’s Journal – A 14th Century Wedding
All told, the 14th century was not one of humanity’s proudest efforts, at least in Europe. I spent most of my time in York with a few jaunts here and there just to liven things up, and I would have to say, in the aggregate, it wasn’t impressive.
But despite the food shortage during the plague, [...]
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Brigit’s Journal – [Berlin. 5 January 1939]
They were supposed to be here. That’s what it said in the telegram I found, written in a schoolboy’s code. For no good reason, but that hardly matters. They were to meet here before going on to the main event. So where are they?
I can’t linger here much longer. I look like a woman alone. [...]