Welcome to Three Word Thursday #49. Please join us in our weekly romp as we try to rescue lost and forgotten words from the dusty halls of antiquity. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.
- acersecomic, n. — someone whose hair has never been cut
- uberate, v. — make plentiful or nourish
- snilch, v. — to eye someone or something
From episode #49:
“So if Threfel cannot leave the cave, that means you have been inside?”
“No,” Evaard said. “As far as I know, no man alive can claim to have entered the cave and lived to tell of it. Threfel met me just beyond the mouth of the cave and scared me righteous.”
Chevall said, “You went there to collect gems?”
Evaard answered, “Do not hesitate to vocitate the truth. I went there to steal.”
“So did I,” came Vernal’s voice from the darkness beyond the the willow boughs. He pushed through and into the cave. “I have returned with no gems, but Threfel bid me bring you this cromack and this tuber. He reached into the pouch sewn on his tunic and brought forth the tuber.
“Woodwort!” Cheval exclaimed.
Chevall gave the woodwort a careful snilch. “It is perfect,” he said, looking at Vernal. “If Threfel let you go and gifted you with the woodwort, then like as not King deMajik knows of our mission.”
“So we can press on the Dragon Falls and cross the rope bridge?” Evaard asked.
Chevall shrugged. “It seems so. They’ve not come to stop us.” He soaked the hem of his tunic with water from his drinking bladder and scrubbed the woodwart tuber. “Boil up a mug full of water. I am going to seep a couple of slices of this tuber in the water. We’ll treat Fencil from within and without and hopefully he will mend more quickly.”
“Woodwart will uberate his health in no time,” Evaard said. “But we will need bandages to bind the root to the cut and we brought no spare tunics.”
Vernal reached into one of the packs and pulled out a ball of cloth. He tossed it to Evaard.
“Real bandage!” Evaard exclaimed. “Where did you get this?”
Vernal said, “From the palace acersecomic after he blessed me as your page. He put his hands upon my head and had a vision. Afterward he handed me these bandages and told me to keep them always in my possession until you stated their need.”
“Well, well,” Cheval said, “it seems we have both woodwort and holy bandages. Fencil may be up and running by morn!”
The 3WT #51 words will be:
Chosen from any of the 2010 3WT words to date.
Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: April 15th, 2010