The Twenty-first of July in the Year of Our Lord, 1521 - 28 past 8 in the evening
Sigh, what doth one speak of when there be naught of consequence to report? Suffice it to ponder that these last several days hath been, less than extraordinary. I do wish, however, to welcome flyinby, dreammeaway, veuvenoire and me-me-meee as my newest and most beloved readers. Oh Heaven for Fend! All my readers do be most beloved for it be for thee that I pen my tomes. I heartily bid thee welcome to my realm and hope to keep each of thee entertained for some time. Having naught of consequence to report on Nan and her, what I am sure is maddening, confinement back at Hever Castle, I do wish to pose to all of ye, questions that be some of the universe's most perplexing mysteries. 1. Why
be it that when physicians and men of the law perform their work it do be called
"practice"? Prithee, ponder on each of these queries and if any of ye haveth the answers, I wouldst very much like to know. Anon dearhearts! Mary |
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