Crispin: The Cross of Lead [antikvár]

ENGLAND , a . d . 1377 "In the midst of hfe comes death"How often did our village priest preach those words. Yet I have also heard that "in the midst of death comes life"If this he a riddle, so was my life. ill' r T HE DAY AFTER MY MOTHER died, the priest and I wrapped her body in a gray shroud and carried her to the village church. Our burden was not great. In life she had been a small woman with little strength. Death made her even less. Her name had been Asta. Since our cottage was at the village fringe, the priest and I bore her remains along the narrow, rutted road that led to the cemetery. A steady, hissing rain had turned the ground to clinging mud. No i ¦ I , i' i I ; I! it > . I'll-t! ill