But how had this sorry matter arisen? “But enough,” Mother said, “This sodomite nonsense must be set aside.”
“But how mother?” I asked. desi xxx “Is an indolent fool,” I added, “No send them hence, in Egypt their hands should be cleaved here we are more lenient.”
“You’re not your father’s son!” the rogue said, “I’ll not forget you!”
“Flog him first fifty lashes,” I added, “Next.”
The next was more subdued, though little good it did him, until his wife piped up and pleaded for leniency, “Pray have mercy sir!” she said her great bosom heaving. “You are the bastard son of the Reverend Hywell Thomas,” she sniggered, “The monk the sodomite!” she added, “You have no right to judge me!”
“My lord!” the clerk said, “Shall I have her whipped?”
“No, not yet,” I cautioned, “Say your fill wench, out with it for you’ll be listened to little enough in the antipodes.”
“Indeed I shall,” she said, “Mama says your father is my father, we are brother and sister, now what
