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Message from a Hostel – ‘Nobody puts Baby in the Corner’

Thomas CranmerThe Manager and Nora were once again prisoners in the Archbishops Manor. “I think that the Doc and Alistair when they saw us appearing and disappearing got the message of where we have time travelled to,” said the Manager.

“What message?” asked Nora. “I wasn’t sending any message to the Doc or Alistair. I thought they were just standing there with their mouths open looking at us in amazement. The Doc seemed to be taking a photo of us with his iPhone.”

“Nora, given the circumstances we are in, I was telling them that we were with Henry VIII and in the year 1533. I’m sure the Doc was picking up my message. He is probably working on a plan right now to come and rescue us. I’m sure he realises that there is an issue with the Higulator and knows now why we have not been able to return back to 2013,” said the Manager.

The door of their room opened and in walked the Archbishop. “Well my two fine ladies, Lady Catherine of Ontario and Lady Nora of the Castle Blayney. My fellow clergymen wish me to inform our King of your witchcraft skills. I feel you have no such skills, but it is that contraption you have brought with you. That aides you to appear and disappear. So Lady Catherine of Ontario, I feel I will get some sensible answers to my questions from you,” said the Archbishop.

“Shoot Archbishop. Fire ahead,” replied Nora. “What’s your question?

“Shoot”, asked the Archbishop. “What do you want me to shoot? This is a strange way of conversation Lady Nora of the Castle Blayney, I’m not sure of your request.” Lady Catherine, please tell me about this contraption and how you have managed to travel to these parts?” asked the Archbishop.

“Well firstly let me respond by asking you a question. If we are to share such knowledge and inform you of some possible news that might support your relationship with your King, what will be our fate? Are we to be burnt as witches?”, inquired the Manager.

“I think Lady Catherine that I hold all the cards and your fate as you ask will depend on your answers to my questions,” replied Archbishop Cranmer.

“I think differently. Let me explain. Your King Henry VIII is seeking a divorce from Queen Catherine and Rome is stalling on a response is it not? This is irritating your King. If I may your eminence, you feel strongly that you need to support your King. That the price of success for you may place you in a very favourable position with the King, which will bring you much power and wealth,” stated the Manager.

Lady Catherine I am not sure how you know such things. Maybe you have spies, but I feel you may be a diplomatic negotiator,” replied the Archbishop.

“Hey pointy hat, do you think I’m not wise or something?” said Nora. “Nobody puts baby in the corner”. “Old red socks in Rome will not give old Henry six wives a divorce.”

“Nora I think a quiet word in the other room might help as you would say ‘the situation’,” said the Manger. “Please excuse us for one moment your eminence.”

To be continued………


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