| Saturday, May 18, 2001 |

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| Well, they do photograph us |
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| A lecture on weaving |
Singing in The Queen's Cup Inn |
A new wrinkle on the game of Tower- ye do lose
points if harm doth come to the wench. |
| Sunday, May 19, 2001 |
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| Mother Anne's newest girls. The Lord grant mercy unto us
all. |
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| Another satisfied customer. |
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Trying to lure a Landsknecht... |
...whom neither his comrade, nor, it would appear, the
Lord Himself, can persuade. |
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| Then said comrade gets distracted- so much for that. |
Ah, she has caught one- and it were my dear brother Willum.
*sigh* And here I did think his tavern bill were bad. |