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Brother Martin's hands were hurting. The chisel was cold in the icy air and his left hand was numb from holding it. Occasionally he tried to wrap it in his sleeve to keep his hand warmer but it was awkward and his sleeve slipped off too often. The other hand held the hammer which was also cold to the touch so that both hands were numb, so numb in fact he could not feel the pain from the cuts and bruises. His arms were stiff and he could only manage a blow with the hammer once every thirty seconds or so and even then he couldn't hit the chisel with any real force so that he made painfully slow progress. Tiny bits of stone chippings found themselves all too frequently under his knees and the thin gown he was wearing, and on which he tried to kneel, gave him no protection from them so that there was often excruciating pain when he moved. As he peered at the small groove he had made, the candle spluttered and went out. Normally this would have been an irritation but for Brother Martin at this time it was a relief. He could with justification get up and go into the kitchen where the candles were stored and get another one. It would be warm in the kitchen and brother Simeon might even give him something warm to drink. He struggled slowly to his feet and flexed his legs, trying to stretch his muscles into action. Then he rubbed his hands together, trying to generate some warmth. As he did so a shadow filled the dim light of the doorway "Brother Martin,"said the sharp voice of Francis, who was in charge of this phase of the work, "I saw your candle go out and have brought you another one." Francis smiled, his thin lips giving no indication of his motive. "I thought it would save you the trouble of going all the way into the kitchen to get another one."
"Thank you brother Francis, that was very kind of you. I'm truly grateful."said Martin, not grateful at all. "Do you know what time it is?"
"I think about an hour 'til Vespers." Brother Martin groaned inwardly. A whole hour more of this freezing room before he could go into the chapel, which although it wasn't heated, was certainly warmer than this stone chamber, open as it was to the clear, frosty, winter, late-afternoon air.
Brother Francis left and Martin waited on his feet for a few minutes, bending his knees and rubbing his calves. Stiffly he knelt down again and the exquisite pain of a sharp piece of stone cutting into his knee brought tears to his eyes. He moaned quietly as he brushed the stone away. Then he grasped the piece of quartz which he was accustomed to use to produce a spark. Every move was painful and it took several attempts, striking the flint, before he could produce a spark which set the tinder smouldering. He blew on it several times until it gave a flame and he could light the candle which Francis had brought him. He tried to warm his hands above the burning material but it was too little to make much difference.
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