I know that when monks join they traditionally choose a new name, but for ease of reading Puck just kept his own in this fic.
Glastonbury Abbey, 1099
Brother Noah stepped out from the light warmth of the refectory into darkness and the pouring rain. He had his hood up, but he could still feel the pounding weight of the cold water on his shaved head.
He raised a hand in greeting to the nobleman whose horse had just come to a standstill in the courtyard.
Sir Kurt Hummel rode a magnificent eighteen-hand charger, sitting comfortably astride the broad saddle. He wore a thick cloak over his fine travelling clothes, keeping out the worst of the weather.
He swiftly dismounted his horse and passed the reins to Brother Noah outstretched hand with a smile. "Thank you, brother. Is there any room here for a weary traveller?"
"Certainly, milord, though I regret that they will seem meagre and plain compared to-"
Sir Kurt cut him off with a wave of his hand. "A warm bed for the night is all I seek." He chuckled to himself. "Well, someone to share it with might be nice but I would imagine that that is frowned upon here," he said, with a wicked grin.
Brother Noah did not respond, simply bowing his head and gesturing with his free hand towards the refectory. "Travellers are always welcome at our evening meal, milord."
The noblemen swept away with a smile, leaving the pondering Brother Noah to take his horse to the stables.
And if it just so happened that Brother Noah brought a glass of hot milk to Sir Kurt's room after Compline, and just so happened not to leave until a few minutes before Lauds… well, what the abbot didn't know couldn't hurt him.