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Somebody behind the scenes was pointing out that Lesgle could just do his darn job! It's been a while! and that somebody was quite correct.

Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!

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Athelstan is working on his Bible at a table, occasionally fidgeting with the braid in his beard that he's still getting used to.

(Beard and braid both.)

It's remarkable. Laigle stops a moment at Athelstan's table, just to see what he's working on, and--it's remarkable. He shakes his head. "Do you need any more light? Anything?"

"The light here is almost a flood, compared to what I've worked in", he says with a smile. "I've never known anything like it, full daylight aside."

"I know." It's something Laigle is in a position to appreciate as well. "I've spent much more time than is at all reasonable, just turning the lights on and off. --But your work is beautiful. What inspired it?"

"The church doesn't yet have one, and I missed the art. So I thought, why not?"

Javert isn't keen, but that's Javert. Athelstan's going to do it anyway.

"It's quite an undertaking! Is anyone else working with you?"

"Not as yet. It doesn't seem to be a thing people do in later times, as a rule."

"No..." He scratches his beard thoughtfully. "I don't like to volunteer people for work without their knowledge, but I know a person who paints fans. It's..."

Lesgle waves a hand vaguely. "It might be the same sort of work?"

"It might be similar!" he agrees cheerfully. "What's - his? - name?"

"Feuilly." Lesgle has begun to look sheepish. "I may be entirely mistaken. I know just enough about his trade to know that it's much more complicated than I ever thought. But he does paint. I'll mention to him that you're working here? --That is, if you even want help."

"It would cut down the time it takes to complete", he says easily, "if he feels able to do part of the work. I've never done a whole one alone before - please do send him my way."

"I'll let him know. --And while I'm here, is there anything I can bring you?"

"Hm." He thinks about it, leaning back and stretching. "I think I'd like a hot chocolate - and bring something for yourself."

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"Certainly--and thank you!"

He's back in a minute or two with a pair of chocolates. Why not? But he'll be very careful not to spill. "How long will a project like this take?"

As will Athelstan, and just to be on the safe side, he removes the few pages he's completed from the table.

"If I do it all myself? Months. A single page can take a day or more."

Lesgle looks a bit relieved. There may or may not be a special level of Hell for people who spill chocolate on a Bible-in-progress; at any rate, he'd feel terrible spoiling a page. "Old and New Testaments, Psalms, and all? That could be years, at that rate..."

"I might cut a few corners", he says with a quick grin. "Stick to plain lettering on some pages, for example."

"Surely not all of the begats need illustration."

"Not all, it's true. It would be fine with the first letter of each chapter being fully illustrated, and some smaller side and corner pictures on other pages."

But he might get carried away.

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Very much", he says honestly. "And I miss it, at home. The Northmen have no such art."

"Have you tried to bring it to them? Or--do they not make parchment, the right sort of inks...?"

He really doesn't know very much about book-craft of a thousand years ago.

"They certainly don't make the inks - the only writing they have is their runes, which are usually carved or scratched into something, from bark to stone. And animal skins are used for clothing, more than anything."

"And you're probably kept busy enough as it is." Laigle works on his chocolate, looking over at Athelstan himself now, rather than the work. "But you look well. An admirable beard."

"Why, thank you. It took a month to grow. And then our young Gyda decided it wasn't quite right."