Slipping from his grasp I swam away then surfaced, shaking water from eyes which pleaded a repeat performance; speedily, satisfyingly supplied. As reward I promised to renounce all stripling lads, but no sooner spoke than from the trees emerged, moonlit, a veritable full-grown lusty man who’d been spying on us from the bank.
More than just my conscience pricked, but he surprised me, shouting ‘Gabriel, if that’s your wife, I vow you did not over-paint this lily – remember, Brother, share and share alike!’
Gabriel’s fury roared: ‘By Christ, I swear you’ll try cockles if you lay a hand on her!’
Friday's Prediction is now hosted by Phil Ambler over at Phlambler's world Phil's first three words were shake (all variations), lily and cockle and I was delighted to discover, from Brewer's Phrase and Fable, that 'to try cockles' meant to be hanged.
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