the eve of Ascension, at Vespers
If anyone finds feathers behind the latrine ditches, they blew there on the wind. My Whitefoot is a good hound and never touched those birds. I just need three groschen to square things before Francis hears of it.
Nota scribaeThe woman kept looking over her shoulder while dictating this.

Francis will wring his neck if he finds out. Keep that beast tied up, Alice.
He slipped his rope! He is a clever lad, not malicious.