Drabble: Name-calling
Title: Name-calling
Rating: PG
Word Count: 90
Characters: Five guards, Vasey
Prompts: Guards; games. But it's mostly pure imagination.
Notes: written for 2010 rh_drabblefest
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
A/N: So I went to this site, looking for Anglo-Saxon names and had a good laugh and one more plot bunny... Another funny thing is that half of the names sounds like believable Swedish surnames. 8-) This is naturally a BIG anachronism in the matters of language, so I apologise for that. (Soon, this explanation is longer than the actual fic.)
“Hello there, headbald!” shouted the guard Swidhelm to two of his colleagues below. His guard buddies Wictred and Osfrid guffawed until they saw the enraged sheriff looking out of his window.
“WHAT ARE YOU CALLING ME, YOU NITWIT!” Vasey roared. “Arrest that guard! Take him to the dungeons!”
The two guards below, Hlothere and Eadbald, had been bullied several times because of the way their Anglo-Saxon names sounded in Anglo-Norman. They snickered and exchanged glances before ambling forward. Swidhelm would think twice before using that joke again.
~fin~
Rating: PG
Word Count: 90
Characters: Five guards, Vasey
Prompts: Guards; games. But it's mostly pure imagination.
Notes: written for 2010 rh_drabblefest
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
A/N: So I went to this site, looking for Anglo-Saxon names and had a good laugh and one more plot bunny... Another funny thing is that half of the names sounds like believable Swedish surnames. 8-) This is naturally a BIG anachronism in the matters of language, so I apologise for that. (Soon, this explanation is longer than the actual fic.)
“Hello there, headbald!” shouted the guard Swidhelm to two of his colleagues below. His guard buddies Wictred and Osfrid guffawed until they saw the enraged sheriff looking out of his window.
“WHAT ARE YOU CALLING ME, YOU NITWIT!” Vasey roared. “Arrest that guard! Take him to the dungeons!”
The two guards below, Hlothere and Eadbald, had been bullied several times because of the way their Anglo-Saxon names sounded in Anglo-Norman. They snickered and exchanged glances before ambling forward. Swidhelm would think twice before using that joke again.
~fin~