Welcome to Three Word Thursday #55. 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.
- fatuity, n. smug stupidity; utter foolishness
- jeremiad, n. a prolonged lamentation or mournful complaint
- panjandrum, n. a powerful personage or pretentious official
From episode #54:
“What I am wondering,” Chevall said, “is what happened to Fronesk?”
“A Mage Warrior’s soul is not his own,” Troga answered. “He swears it over to Legion, the high lord of the Mage Warriors. Any soul free of a body returns to Legion.”
“So this Legion, the high lord, he is like the king of the Mage Warriors?” Vernal asked as he pulled a clean tunic over his head.
“No,” Troga answered. “He is more of what humans would call a god.”
An Almost Rebellion
“Oh this just keeps getting better and better,” Vernal said. “Now we have to battle a god?”
“What we have to do,” Troga said. “Is find the hatchlings. That may or may not include an encounter with Legion.”
“Right now?” Vernal complained. “I need food and sleep!” He snatched his bedroll up and clutched it to his chest. “I am not taking another step and you can’t make me! I’ve killed a man, fled for my life, and near been eaten by two dragons! No. More!” He turned away and brushed angrily at his eyes barely able to stifle a fatuous wail for his momma.
Evaard’s hand came down on Vernal’s shoulder, “It’s okay, son. We have trail soup ready to eat and we all need rest. I will fill your cup.”
Vernal cringed. He was the page, yet time and time again Evaard had done menial chores without complaint. Now here he was acting like a panjandrum and Evaard was about to wait on him. Vernal tossed his bedroll aside and stepped toward the fire. “I will serve,” he said. “It is my job.”
Evaard and Chevall exchanged knowing looks behind Vernal’s back. Sometimes kindness is a more effective reprimand than any jeremiad ever could be.
The 3WT #56 words will be:
- curglaff, n. the shock one feels when plunging into cold water
- auriferous, adj. gold-bearing; a stone bearing gold
- heimish, adj. Warm and comfortable; homey; folksy
Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: June 24th, 2010
Even though I live in fear this story will never end, we are having a two week hiatus. Next Thursday I will be traveling and the Thursday after that Thom and Susan will be on vacation (here or hereabouts) and too busy to post anyway!
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