Holy Disorders. Edmund Crispin
EDMUND CRISPIN
Holy Disorders
Ther saugh I first the derke ymaginyng
Of felonye, and al the compassyng;
The crueel ire, reed as any gleede;
The pykepurs, and eke the pale drede;
The smylere, with the knyfe under the cloke;
The shepne, brennynge with the blake smoke;
The tresoun of the mordrynge in the bedde;
The open werre, with woundes al bibledde…
The nayl y-driven in the shode a-nyght;
The colde deeth, with mouth gapyng upright…’
Chaucer
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Source ISBN: 9780008124182
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Version: 2017-10-26
To my parents
Contents
Chapter 1: Invitation and Warning
Chapter 2: Do not Travel for Pleasure
Chapter 6: Murder in the Cathedral
Chapter 9: Three Suspects and a Witch
Chapter 14: In the Last Analysis
Chapter 15: Reassurance and Farewell
| Continually at my bed’s head |
| A hearse doth hang, which doth me tell |
| That I ere morning may be dead… |
| SOUTHWELL |
As his taxi burrowed its way through the traffic outside Waterloo