Bernard Cornwell Quote

Are you familiar with Saint Cuthman? Alfred asked me cheerfully.No, lord.He was a hermit, Alfred said. We were riding north, keeping on the high ground with the swamp to our left. His mother was crippled and so he made her a wheelbarrow.A wheelbarrow? What could a cripple do with a wheelbarrow?No, no, no! He pushed her about in it! So she could be with him as he preached. He pushed her everywhere.She must have liked that.There's no written life of him that I know of,' Alfred said, 'but we must surely compose one. He could be a saint for mothers?Or for wheelbarrows, lord.

Bernard Cornwell

Are you familiar with Saint Cuthman? Alfred asked me cheerfully.No, lord.He was a hermit, Alfred said. We were riding north, keeping on the high ground with the swamp to our left. His mother was crippled and so he made her a wheelbarrow.A wheelbarrow? What could a cripple do with a wheelbarrow?No, no, no! He pushed her about in it! So she could be with him as he preached. He pushed her everywhere.She must have liked that.There's no written life of him that I know of,' Alfred said, 'but we must surely compose one. He could be a saint for mothers?Or for wheelbarrows, lord.

Related Quotes