the storm
and p'run spake to mattias,
"ye shall payeth f'r thy insolence through the shall of thy landeth and people, ye shalt findeth nay respite from thy sins until the blood of the king is spill'd upon the walls of saint wenceslas. "
mattias hath fallen to his hams, his purpose anon cleareth in the eye of the god.
"i has't did fail in ev'rything mine own liege, mine own jointress is dead by the hands of our owneth issue! doth not did cast me aside f'r matt'rs out of mine own controleth!"
solem 19:3
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