And ye child were borne and Lord VonThundershaft doth nameth hym Woodbert, after his great grandfather. But lo, thine hoe cried out, “Didst thou assume theys gender?”
Cuthbert slappeth his owne forehead, distraught. “What manner of bewitched whore did I bed? She may be touched in the head. Though she may be mine son's mother, truly I can no longer bear the presence of lady Karen of SanFran Sisco.”
And ye child were borne and Lord VonThundershaft doth nameth hym Woodbert, after his great grandfather. But lo, thine hoe cried out, “Didst thou assume theys gender?”
Cuthbert slappeth his owne forehead, distraught. “What manner of bewitched whore did I bed? She may be touched in the head. Though she may be mine son's mother, truly I can no longer bear the presence of lady Karen of SanFran Sisco.”
And lo, the peasants of yon village gathered a great amount of fyrewood and lashed the lady Karen to a stake placed in the centre.