THE TESTAMENT OF ANSELMUS ADORNES
Never had I expected my grave to be in
Linlithgow, Scotland. I have not perished in my money,
but in my blood. Marguerite, my earthly body
remains here, though I send you my heart. I cannot
be closer to you than in the church I built
for us. My God, how hard it is to part from
flax and linen. When I am laid out, swathe me then
in a winding sheet of at least fifty yards. Cover me
with sheets of white and grey and black. Divide what I had
when I am in my coffin. Give everything to Franciscans,
Carmelites, Augustines, Dominicans. May they pray
for me, for otherwise my soul will not find rest.
Marguerite, I have lived in vain. May God forgive
me that I my sole concern was with was temporal.
I have wasted my time in taverns. Deck tables
with a hundred portions of meat and drink. Divide them
amongst women, prisoners, the insane and the poor.
May they also pray for me. My soul will have rest.
Marguerite, I give away all I am able. We have
amassed too much. Even when we mated, we thought
in terms of gain. May God have mercy on us.
I am so far from you. I have, my love, not even kissed you.