1614: iv

Gilles was walking through the streets of Brussels wearily requesting alms when he heard a shout. “H’o there! R------, is that you?” Gilles’ eyes landed on a man he recognized from the French court waving to him. The Frenchman spoke to his companions and pointed. The monk immediately ducked into the alley and pulled his … Continue reading 1614: iv

1614: i

Gilles went through the motions of everyday monastic life. Simultaneously, he cursed the tediousness of purgatory and prayed that his authenticity as a Capuchin was never questioned. He was not a monk, nor had any interest in being one, but there were certain interested individuals seeking information about the political climate of Brussels and the … Continue reading 1614: i