by Bernard Cornwell. Part one. england October 1346.
It was October, the time of the year’s dying when cattle were being slaughtered before winter and when the northern winds brought a promise of ice The chestnut leaves had turned golden, the beeches were trees of flame and the oaks were made from bronze. Thomas of Hookton, with his woman, Eleanor, and his friend, Father Hobbe, came to the upland farm at dusk and the farmer refused to open his door, but shouted through the wood that the travellers could sleep in the byre. Rain rattled on the mouldering thatch. Thomas led their one horse under the roof that they shared with a woodpile, six pigs in a stout timber pen and a scattering of feathers where a hen had been plucked. The feathers reminded Father Hobbe that it was Saint Gallus’s day and he told Eleanor how the blessed saint, coming home in a winter’s night, had found a bear stealing his dinner. He told the animal off!” Father Hobbe said. He gave it a right talking-to, he did, and then he made it fetch his firewood.”
I’ve seen a picture of that,” Eleanor said. Didn’t the bear become his servant?”
That’s because Gallus was a holy man,” Father Hobbe explained.
Bears wouldn’t fetch firewood for just anyone! Only for a holy man.
