marriages and mooncalves

Woke wi' a shock today. Dursn't know where I am fer a moment. Then i remember, that inn out past Bree... a wedding... some crates of wine... lass with titties as big as m'head and a basket o'ducks... and Aefenwine with a face like a hungry dog. Eh well, a good night... and we saw the dawn in, me and Bawde, Aefenwine and Bearn. he came too, the big man. I seen a bearded lady, says she were a dwarf, but I dunno... blubbing in a rag while that eorl was being wed. Didn't see much o' that, was too busy gawping at this hairy lass. She could make good money in a freak show. Folk would pay at least a silver penny to have a look at her. Now I wagered Wine, seeing as how he was hungry fer that eorl's daughter, a fat purse o' silver that the most he'd get from her was a slap on the cheek. Bless him though, he did try. Least, until we realised she'm moonstruck. As pretty a lass as any lad would want... but her head full o' duck fluff. An' that comes from breeding in the line all the time, jus' like horses. Her ma and pa were probably cousins. that's what them foreign eorls are like. She said she's as many summers as me, this Isilorboor eorl's daughter. but she sounds like she's just into long skirts. feh. she thinks babbies come from special hugs. Helm's horn! and there's Wine jus' wanting to show her! Now, I know they'm my betters an all, but her ma and pa, that lord and his lady, are bloody stupid to be goin' off alone and leaveing that mooncalf daughter of theirs to look after herself. Like i said to Bawde, taint just the bride what will come back with a babby in her basket. That daughter of theirs is ripe for educatin' about special hugs and about as defenceless as her bloody duck...