Message from a Hostel – The Castle of Blayney

“Now my two strange witches. I need to extract some information from you, before I decide what to do with you both.”

“There he goes again calling us two bitches. Who does he think he is?  said Nora. “Hey listen here you big feckin eejit. Who do you think you are?  Some drug dealer from New York City with your two bitches comment.  I’ll have you know we are two respectful ladies. Well the Manager is anyway.”

“New York City, what city is it that you refer to in this strange tongue,” replied the Archbishop. “What is this witch’s talk or magic you cite?”  You are certainly witches and you are not dressed like ladies, but peasant men in you pantaloons.”

“Your eminence,”  requested the Manager as she made courtesy. “May I address you?”  Let me explain who we are and where we are from, but before I do that, may I request we are able to change from these strange clothes as you may see them.  I would be happy to discuss and provide you with whatever information you wish, without having to resort to any extraction methods.”

“You seem a more understanding witch than this other one”, replied Archbishop Cranmer.  “How do they address you within your circle of witches?” “I am called Catherine of Ontario and this is my friend Nora of Monaghan, your eminence.”

“Well turn me inside out and grow tomatoes from my arse, aren’t you the new lady in court,” Nora said under her breath to the Manager.  “Yes, Archbishop, as Catherine the other one says,  I’m Nora of Monaghan of the Castle of Blayney.”  Manager, I think I’m getting your drift with this eejit.

“I admire your confidence Lady Catherine of Ontario. A place I have never heard of. I am not sure of this witchcraft or spell you are casting. As I’m a man of the Church, I have nothing to fear. I am happy to oblige with your requests,” replied the Archbishop.

The Archbishop ordered a soldier to summon two ladies-in-waiting and take the Manger and Nora to a room in the back of his manor.  When I return in the morrow, I expect you will honour your commitment Lady Catherine as you so call yourself.

As the Archbishop was leaving the cell he said, “I have although heard of that peasant land called Monaghan on the Isle of Ireland.  Not a place one would even invite their enemies to visit.”

Nora was about to lunge straight for the Archbishop but was grabbed by the Manager. “Hold back Nora, and put your fighting cock head away. You’ll have plenty of time to respond to remarks like that.  We are lucky the Doc was not here.  He would of flattened the Archbishop, if he had said anything about the Lord Doc of Meath,” laughed the Manager.

To be continued…….