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To develop the character of Aelfred more, I thought I would invent some letters that he would write home to his family. His father was a barbarian, but his mother was Tarantine, and tought him some Latin. Not a lot, though. 4 - 15 (what year is it?) Dear Olaf and Mater: (Note: the writing is poor, something along the lines of: "I hav bekom famus in the senter big sity for my bravry," but to save your eyes it is written correctly.) I have become (crossed out) sukses- suckses- succor- famous in the capitol. For my bravery, my Boss/cheif/theign awarded me with a wonderful sword like the legends speak of. It has a magical sharp hard edge, I think that I could cut an anvil in half with it. If I get a clear shot, I can chop off an arm or a head with a swipe. I am trying to think of a good name for it, I treasure it highly and I take it to bed with me so it won't be stoled. Tell me if you think of a good name. But it is bad that the only person in our band with the cheif's ear (that means that he listens to her)is his daughter, who knows nothing of battle skill or valor, so it is hard to impress him with my skill, courage, and stamina. After a battle, she probably tells him about the sick and wounded with no mention of who killed the most foe. Although it is not magical, I have found a new sword here that I like. It is longer than the swords I am used to. It also has a long handle so you can swing it two handed, I can really put my back into it and WHAM something with it. It is hard to swing one handed, but I think that I can get do after practice. I have become very strong, long since the day they gave me a small spear because I was too small for a sword. The people here call it a illegitimate sword, I don't know why. It seems well made to me. I have written some more on Eobard's epic. It is taking a long time because I am not good enough to write a poem as good as he deserves. here are a few verses that I wrote last night, do you see a way to make them better? (In Germanic, but without mistakes and properly spelled) Hied Eobart homeward Hostile hosts harried Hunger has hurled him Hither from home Hasty hied he His Hearth ahead. Fearsome the foe Ferocious and dire For food had he braved them In fortress firm Sword and spear Steel and Ashe Sought him hence Mighty warrior to slay Horseman and footman Spearman and Bowman Armored and armed Mighty the foe! It's pretty crappy, "armored and armed," what tripe. I'll have to spend more time on it. I wish a true skop would take up the task for me. None of the people here know poetry. Sincerely, Aelfred
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