whipped out an old book called : Catherine called birdy. bout a damsel in distress. well, not really. she's like an independent woman stuck in an ancient rut. hilarious the way she describes things. 26th day of septemberMaster Lack-Wit comes today, despite my mother's objections. Although she is wed to a knight of no significance, her fathers were kings in Britain long ago, she says. And my suitor is but a wool merchant from Great Yarmouth who aspires to be mayor and thinks a wife with noble relations, no matter how distant, will be an advantage. My father bellowed," Sweet Judas, lady, think you we can eat your royal ancestors or plant your family name? The man stinks of gold. If he will have her and pay well for the privilege, you daughter will be a wife." When there is money involved, my father can be quite well spoken. The hour of vespers, later this day: My suitor has come and gone. The day was gray and drippy so I sat in the privy to watch him arrive. I thought it well to know my enemy. Master Lack-Wit was of middle years and fashionably pale. He was also a mile high and bony as a herring, with gooseberry eyes, chin like a hatchet, and tufts of orange hair sprouting from his head, his ears, and his nose. And all his ugliness came wrapped in glorious robes of samite and ermine that fell to big red leather boots. It put me in mind of the time i put my mother's velvet cap and veil on Perkin's granny's rooster.Hanging on to the arm of Rhys from the stables, for the yard was slippery with rain and horse droppings and chicken dung, he greeted us: "Good fordood to you, by lord, and to you, Lady Aislidd. I abhodored to bisit you bodest badder and beet the baided." (MY FAVE PART BTW. HILARIOUS) I thought first he spoke in some foreign tongue or a cipher designed to conceal a secret message, but it seems only that his nose was plugged. And it stayed plugged throughout his entire visit, while he breathed and chewed and chattered through his open mouth. Corpus bones! He troubled my stomach no little bit and I determined to rid us of him this very day. I rubbed my nose until it shone red, blacked out my front teeth with soot, and dressed my hair with the mouse bones i found under the rushes in the hall. All through dinner, while he talked of his warehouses stuffed with greasy wool and the pleasures of the annual Yarmouth herring fair, i smiled my gaptooth smile at him and wiggled my ears.My father's crack still rings in my head but Master Lack-Wit left without a betrothal.this entry was my favourite cos i think its hilarious :) haha. the story is bout her coming of age and her crushes, loves, etc. her father is eager to marry her off to get money so any rich old man will do. but she refuses to oblige. she has a best friend called perkins, and her maid who always covers up for her called morwenna. and a major crush on lord gordon or whatever his name is. unfortunately, lord gordon falls in love with her cousin and she becomes bad for awhile. meaning evil and scheming in order to separate them so she can get him. but in the end, when lord gordon becomes mad because she was successful in separating them, she repents and knows that she did wrong. perkins was there for her all the while, watching lord gordon regain his sanity and his love. eventually, she fell in love with perkins. so cute right. the whole story's really interesting :) love it!!
snll drifted away at 7:32 AM
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