Forsooth, just moveth the magical box and image conjurer from the cold bedchamber to the main hall, to be near the enclosed firepit. Not good for the disease of the Prickling Arm…
Just because I am the Hag, I needeth these mysterious boxes to terrify the peasants (a.k.a. the contractors up the road) and the image capturing device for the wicked deeds they do-eth to this green and pleasant land.
Grumpy-eth
Kay, mayhap thou would’st kindly play the role of the lovely Ladye Matilda who suffereth much distress from her dastardly Dad, Herman?
Welcometh back milly:smileyhappy:!!
Am sure thou will findeth some gastric delight to fill Kay’s magnificent’eth bowl:smileyvery-happy:! To be indeed so talented…:smileywink:! Thou hast made a bowl that will be coveted by many.
Rain has poured from the sky today…all day…am sure it’s the black art at work…keep seeing weird shapes floating’est around, screeching woooooooooooooeth, not liking it one bit xx
T’is most splendid news MMM! Ladye Agatha is mucheth pleased thou art more refreshed and mucheth relieved thou hast begun to prepareth the sumptuous fare!!
4 parts still uppeth for grabs:
Tristan Woodruff, nice peasant
Frederic, Isabella’s father, Lord Herman’s greedy cousin.
William, ye old butler
Jack the court jester, married to Arabella the wench.
Calmeth thyself Arabella - 'tis but the wind ye hear! Ye weird shapes that floateth and screecheth are but the ravens, who do flitteth around a lot when the wind howleth and storms breweth! Even so, the wind dost gusteth liken unto the breath of a monster this day, roaring over the battlements! It helpeth not the nerves of the fair Lady Matilda. Whither is Jack the jester and young Tristan, he whom my lady doth favour? They mighteth cheer her up!
“Nice peasant” soundeth good and mayhap also ‘ye old butler’
As ye old butler ‘desireth thou more mead m’lady? sir?’
As nice peasant ‘ow-ar-eth ow-ar-eth here be turnips for ye, and, lo, mushroom-eths from yonder glade. Prithe walk with me under the moonlight?’
(Plotteth is losteth so maketh way to chamber of mislaid plotteryness)
Dideth thou noticeth that the spell-check canst unravel midevidal speech?
T’ith not the wind Arabella, I too hath heard ye “Whooooooeth” and a darke shadowe did’st I see on the East Tower steps, withe straynge golden globes each side of ye head.
Aah, mine cook hath appeared and pleasedeth I am, as My Lord Herman hath been a-hunting todaye and wild boar, deer and manye winged creatures needeth preparing.
I, myselfe am sufferynge from an ague. Should I visit Morwenna for a spelle or Friar Jerome for one of his herbal potions?
Is spelle check that which Morwenna doeth?
M orwenna do-eth spell check (geddit?) by tapping the correct word …
My humbleth monkish apologies for sounds appertaining to woooooooeth. I should have recalled the effect that onions combinedeth with Tamoxyeth have one one’s constitution! Pardoneth me! :smileyembarrassed:
( really shouldn’t try to use swipe technology and write ‘ETH’ words. Computer says no!!! :-)
‘Serephina siteth most repeat’. Dost she maketh wooooeth sounds also in the manner in which onions repeateth on mine own troubled constitution? :smileyvery-happy:
Thought it was only my plight dear FF, thou have heard it too!! Maketh me happy. Thought my mind had been afflicted by madness…
Friar, methinks the loudness and continual wooooooooooooeth last’eth for such a length of time that thou cannot take the blame’eth here…
Feast was wonderful managed to slip’eth some goodies in my apron, thou hast to be sooooooo careful…or the shout of “off with head” rings in’eth thine ears.
Psssssssssst,
Morwenna maketh me tremor with the fear and trepidation’eth xx
“Bu**ereth” Literally LOL! :smileylol:
Forsooth, this mess of a potage, t’was but a taster. Lawks-a-mercy! My Lord Frederic arriveth this very nyghte with an mighty entourage and expecteth a most splendid repast fitteth unto his daughter, the Ladye Isabella. (May’st Beatrix goeth easy on ye onions, beans and peas for all our sakes!)
'Tis rumoured he asketh this very nyghte for the hand of the fair Lady Matilda and, yea verily, he do bringeth Ye Olde Mappe of the Castle of Bench. Methinketh 'tis but tittle-tattle.
The fair Matilda turneth to my young friend Tristan for ye solace and doth spendeth much time cloister’d up with him. ‘Off with head’ may’st also ring in his ears if he is not carefulleth!
Forsooth, it pisseth it down today.
Not clement enough for the walking of the small 4 legged beastie, so wenteth to purchase a lightweight sucky uppy appliance to aid removal of strange hairy bits from the floor of the Great Hall.
My magic spells don’t work on doghair!!! Shame!!!
Morwenna
the rain it raineth everday… mayhap some mead m’lady, m’lud? Foresooth nonny noony no and a bucket of sheeps entrails! But wait, what light in yonder wondow breaks… (oops, wrong century!)… overeth to thou sweet storyteller
The roles of Frederic, Lord Herman & Tristan still needest filling (may’st need to improvise/double up). I wilt double as Jack the Jester.
Mayhap the fair Revcat doth taketh 2 roles - William the butler and Tristan the peasant?
Am away forthwith to helpeth the Ladye Agatha dispelleth the damp & gloom - to lighteth the candles, tapers and braziers!
New word for today’s weather: interpissent - pi**ing it down intermittently. So glad I declined walk with OH in favour of “getting stuff done in the garden” one ‘stuff’ done. Stuff the rest!
Flasback: perchance the humble taciturn Friar could doubleth up as one of the remaining fair comrades? (But be warned - I shall get confused!)
Alack and Alas, for I am undone (wrong century again I think!)
I am completely confusticated as to where I am, nay, WHO I am…
Forsooth, do I have to unroll,all the scrolls, or will someone take pity on this maiden and remind me who I am?
Jane, thou art the fair Ladye Isabella, daughter of the Lord Frederic. Thou wilt be engagethed this very evening to Lord Conrad, the son of Lord Herman, who throweth a celebratory banquet. The Squire Justin hath an eye for thee. Howevereth, alas, he is too humbleth and can’st not ask for thy fair hand!