>> Saturday, June 5, 2010
Picture by 1-Renaissance
I see them now arise again,/in memory that ne'er will fail./Their legend is reborn anew,/and thus begins my tale.
"'Any weapon is the best weapon, as long as ye can use it skillfully and with honour.'"
Banjon nudged the carcass of the fallen one. "Ye can't reason with vermin, Tiria. This rat won't be doin' any more evil, 'cos you stopped him. You did the right thing, protectin' our Abbey an yore friends. Remember, gel, yore a warriormaid with Wildlough blood!"
"'Cos if'n yer not wid me, yer agin me, see!"
Groffgut clapped him heartily on the back. "Don't fret yer 'ead, mate. They got enuff h'apple pies fer all of us!" A moment later, Groffgut was sorry that he had spoken. It seemed that the rest of the gang were fond of pies, though each had his own individual favourite. "An' strawb'rry pies, too, Chief?" "My ole granny used ter bake tater pies, wid onions in 'em. D'yer think dey'll 'ave tater pies like me ole granny's?" "Worrabout plum pies, bet they've jucier, eh, Chief?"
Brinty called out happily, "That's the stuff, Mister Quelt. We'll ponder by the pond!" The ancient Recorder thought for a moment, then chuckled. "How very droll, ponder by the pond. I like that!"
"O shiver me timbers an' swab me decks,/ye bullies to me hark,/Or I'll gut yore tripes an' dock yore necks,/an' feed ye to the shark!"
"Ho wreck me rudder, stove me planks,/an' rust me anchor chain,/salute me twice as you walk by,/or ye'll never walk again. Hahaarr!"
"Hah, so you're the outlaw they call Shellhound, eh?"
Leatho bared his teeth at the wildcat, replying defiantly, "Aye, an' yore the cat with half a face. I heard a liddle sparrow did that to ye!"