Nicholas the Weak

On a colde and breezie wintry daye, and when the ice was frouzen over the lakes and the battlements and the rampartes blaz'd with blazons and imperial chevrons, when the zephyrs blewe corrosively on the blusterèd forefrounts of the citezenes, and the crows flew o'erhead and caued the death-song, then 'twas that day that Nikolas the Weake was borne.

Yea, he did sleepe for a great manie hours of the daye, when the strongge men worked in the fieldes, tilling the soile and harvesting and threshing the wheat crop from the year last the furious slaching and hacksing and pusshing, and when the marchants were peddling on the bazzars and the fly-srawiming market-places which grew hot with the summers and stagnant and they laboured, and the swallowes flew o'erhead along the patterns of the winde collecting scraps to make its nests and build perpetual, then t'was the dayes that Nikols the Weake slepte, slept for twice the length of a normal man, who was on many medications and herbes.

It was a noble afflicktion, being such that he was borne of the jus sanguine, and he did posses the most nouble dukedom in the fifedom, whereupon he was content to a life of leisure, when the viscount saw his serfs and their labours of the fruites of the earthe, and when the barons and the rightfull dukes came and saw their labours to the kinge and the emperours of the world, and bolstered the faltering eckonomy, and the eagles flew o'erhead and administered their roayle wrathe, Nikos the Weake layzed about in a haze.

True to the natural thusly, he watched life from his wondowe, where he saw the men of the worlde, in their affaires though he drew little comfortude, or solace, yea, when the priestes gave the sermons and led men's soules in the counties, and when the scholares and the doctors of the physick did educate themselves in great wayes at the univerties, and the owles flew o'erhead in thire wyse ways and those grand eyes which lighted up, Niko the Weake cloistred and sequestred himselffe from the worlde and from people, pent-up in his pensive manour on the frozen lakes, and the drooping trees.

On days he would stepp into the sunlicht from his chambres where he conducted his sinistere businesse, whereupon he was he worlde, which was grande, and bright, and glorious, and he was the people of it, when the soldiers of the land in the trenches shone their lances and trusted fiercely with the hot-blood at the enemies of his dukedom, and when the saliors on the man-o'-war pounded cannon after each other, and hulled many a good ship, and rocked the waves and the world with their blood, and the falcons flew o'erhead and tore themsleves into smaller prey, with their steeley talouns, Nik the Weake comforted himself with the pleasures of the earthe, but there were none to be found in that huge dank castle of the duke in the valley of the mountains.

And when he has run out of his inheritance, and he stepppend out in the world for the reality for the firste tyme, and he saw true things, when the womens and wives of the land bore great families strong and proud glory emanating, and when the children skipped about and laughed at the poor man, he saw mountains and the streames and the rivers and the birds and the deer and the lions of the land, he felt the foggy moors on the dukedom, and the sunbeams from the heavens, and he knew the people of the land, yea, and the light flew from o'erhead encapsulated him in a warm glow, yea, Nicholas the Strongge felt what was the world for the first time.