Day Eighteen, Brach-manod, 1246

Father Lucas has brought back a book he will not let me see.  It looks very old.  Dark streaks mar the tawed cover.  They look like fingers clawing to get in or out of the book.

He keeps it on a high shelf behind the other books.  He does not know that I saw him with it.

I was sneaking into the library last night to use the blue ink Brother Dusan made.  I took only a little, and afterward I spit into the inkwell to fill it so he would not know that any ink was gone.

 

I wanted to make a picture of Father Lucas like those of Isidore I saw in the Bestiary.  I needed the blue ink for his eyes.  I used my blood for the lips.

This is my Father Lucas. 

He is my best friend.  The picture is not a good likeness, but I will get better now that I know I can steal the ink.  

I might try to reach the old book as well.