“And cast into servitude as a slave,” I added. Xxx No and I said ‘No more’ when I came home, as I was now Earl and father was of no consequence. “Excellent,” I agreed, “Then if there be no further business let us repair to the red Lion for lunch!”
It was far too soon for lunch, and there were ne’re do wells to thrash with whips and the cat o nine tails, so instead we repaired to the market place where first the serving wench who stole a side of venison was dragged to the platform and with a firm grasp of his fist upon her robe the hangman tore it from neck to hem and beyond and bared her entirely before she was secured to the table by her wrists and ankles , her big pink backsides wobbling and her udders swinging as the hangman
