And, in the kingdoms of Mercia and the Two Anglias, Plague, with a fifty percent chance of pestilence and famine coming in from the North East at 12 miles per hour.
Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at the mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, IF WE WERE LUCKY!
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