Dude! Avice of Thornbury APPRECIATION LIFE. I was rereading The Leper of Saint Giles today, one of the books in the ever-wonderful Brother Cadfael series -- it's a series about a benedictine monk in the 12th century who solves murders! And really half the time it's like the murders are just an excuse to hang out with this awesome monk in a fascinating period of English history. And the books are just -- they have this mood, this tone to them. It's...really optimistic
for a murder-mystery series. People are people
, and that's a good thing, is kind of the message of the books. The books are just stuffed with all these characters who are every kind of fantastic, and all of them so believably human. (f'rinstance, I love the internal politics of Cadfael's monastery, and how they slowly alter and shift over the course of the series as characters come and go and rise in the ranks and all that. IT IS GREAT.)
I absolutely adore Cadfael himself; he's pretty much the awesomest ever. And his bff Hugh Beringar is super awesome too. But The Leper of Saint Giles introduces the minor character Avice, and okay, I am just desperately ridiculously full of adoration for her. This is the only book where she plays a semi-major role, but she gets mentioned occasionally in later books in the series, and she is always the AWESOMEST, I cannot even. AVICE. ( Cut for minor spoilers for The Leper of Saint Giles and for later books in the series. )
It would be very easy, I think, for someone to ship Avice/Cadfael, because they are so very well-suited, and also clearly admire the hell out of each other. But Cadfael's happy with his life as it is, and so's Avice, and I am 100% on board with that canon. I love to see Cadfael ruminating on the nature of grace (and the practical application thereof) in his herbarium, while Avice efficiently and good-humouredly takes over the world. BEST.
IN CONCLUSION, I think I'm beginning my list of Things I Want For Next Yuletide! ALL THE FIC ABOUT AVICE, is what I am saying!