corbie

He did return to Corbie before his death, between the years 859 and 865.

Something left over from his time could have gotten this Corbie.

Corbie seemed to relax at the use of his first name.

Only one man ever pressed Corbie once he got that look.

Corbie was no man to have trouble with his nerve.

His smile was the most wicked Corbie had ever seen.

Five minutes later we stood in the doorway of the building where Corbie was supposed to be.

Only he went by the name of Corbie then.

He might have been betrayed himself if Corbie was a spy.

You could have had no idea who Corbie was and still have come looking for him.

Corbie sat, and for an hour stared at nothing.

He suspected Corbie had been more than down there.

"Start by telling me what you know about Corbie."

He was abbot of Corbie in 1523, a contested position.

He wanted to caution Corbie, could think of no polite way to phrase himself.

Case came calling one morning, before Corbie was fully wakened.

"Should have suspected when we heard the name Corbie," I said.

Over two hundred manuscripts from the great library at Corbie are known to survive.

Mentioned for the first time in 1184 as belonging to the powerful abbey of Corbie.

Corbie prepared oats and bacon, which he shared with Case.

Corbie had befriended Case partly because he served at headquarters.

Corbie went out anyway, though he complained often about aches in his leg.

Corbie was a Jesuit and the Society tried to save him.

He was put in the monastery of Corbie as either a monk or a deacon.

Outside his home he was Corbie the swamper, nothing more.