I'm really annoyed with Hnaef.
I came into his study earlier because I heard strange words coming through the door - things like "ik woll" and "er sholl". I thought I'd better warn him, if he's planning on speaking in tongues, that Azusa Street isn't going to happen for another half a century.
But no. It turns out he's been down with old Mr Barnes, the rector of Wherrybourne and notable local dialect expert.
Hnaef keeps telling me it's because he has a life-long interest in the language of the Ancient Saxons. But I reckon it's so he finds it easier to flirt with milkmaids. I told him that if I caught him getting all Anglo-Saxon with any of them I'll put him in a corset.
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