Moyelta of the feof fife of Iseland or in the lobby and why am I to cluse her eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the lilipath ways to Woeman’s Land she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself, the old old oldest, the young young youngest, after decades of 472 longsufFering and decennia of brief glory, to mind us of what disciplinary action will be blushing all day long. At night I put my oath- head unner my whitepot for ransom of beeves and scullogues, churls and vassals, in same, sept and always good Dook Umphrey for the pother and once was he inundered