The devil in a nunnery, and other mediaeval talesMann, Francis Oscar
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The devil in a nunnery, and other mediaeval tales
Mann, Francis Oscar
England -- History -- Middle Ages, 500-1500 -- Fiction; Short stories, English
‘Good morrow,’ wheezed Master Matthew as though he had a peck of March
dust in his throat. He blinked cunningly at Will for one moment with
his red eyelids and then resumed his calculations.
‘Nay,’ cried Will, slapping him bravely on the shoulder till he coughed
again and his eyes seemed ready to start from their red sockets; ‘nay,
thou greedy old cock, cease scratching thy dunghill a moment and lend
me thirty crowns instanter.’
‘Lend thee “thirty crowns,”’ screamed Master Matthew. ‘“Thirty crowns?”
Holy Paul, dost thou think I am a rich man? Where am I to get thirty
crowns, or half that?’
‘Thou abominable old liar,’ cried Will merrily, slapping his back
again. ‘For shame, for shame, aged Master Matthew. Wilt thou also add
to the sin of usury the sin of lying? Consider thy bald head and grey
beard, consider thy weak joints and short breath, and at thine age heap
not up damnation on a soul already as damned as any in Roodborough.’
‘Blessed Saints, let my back alone; I tell thee I have it not to lend;
I have no such sum by me, at least not at present. Besides, what
security shall I have? What security is there, tell me that?’
‘Ah, ah, my amiable Jew, thou wilt find the thirty crowns if I find
the security? Is it not so? Well, take my house, my workshop, my
furnishings, my tools, my utensils, my cloak, my shirt upon my back.
Is not that enough, my Barrabbas?’
‘Holy Saints, I do not know, I cannot tell, I must think about it.
Perhaps ’twould do an I had the money,’ said Master Matthew eagerly,
biting his scrubby, cracked nails, and throwing quick, cunning glances
at William.
‘Perchance you might find the money an you looked carefully,’ said
Will. ‘Hast looked in the chimney, hast looked in thy sock or in thy
long beard?’
‘Nay, nay, I tell thee I have it not; but perhaps my good friend,
Master Luke, may help, or, now I think of it, perhaps to oblige thee,
Master Luke, Master Mark, and I might make up the sum between us.
Verily, I believe it might be done. Marry, good Master William Mason,
if that will serve thy turn, we should be glad to help out an honest
man at need. I will see, I will see; but do thou return hither this
afternoon, against when I may have the bond ready for thee to sign.’
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