“Reading is useful,” Pyrlig said. “What for?” He thought about it. The wind gusted, flapping his hair and beard. “You can read all those good stories in the gospel book,” he suggested brightly, “and the saints’ lives! How about those, eh? They’re full of lovely things, they are. There was Saint Donwen! Beautiful woman she was, and she gave her lover a drink that turned him into ice.” “Why did she do that?” Leofric asked. “Didn’t want to marry him, see?” Pyrlig said, trying to cheer us up, but no one wanted to hear more about the frigid Saint Donwen so
