Embrace anachronism


‘Prithee, sir, dost thou feel okay?’ the servant-boy enquired gently.
‘Contrariwise,’ replied Lord Featherston. ‘I am beset by a fever most perplexing, the sensation of which is like to being zapped by lasers.’
‘Lasers?’ enquired the page.
‘Aye,’ said the gentleman. ‘Lasers as might be found on a Martian spaceship, should such a thing be present.’ He let out a pained sigh. ‘But what is to be done? The only physician in these parts of any repute is all of a day’s ride away, and the NHS drop-in centre near the supermarket is shut also.’
‘Alas, it is so,’ confirmed the servant, preparing the digital thermometer. ‘Mayhap a bleeding would calm this fever.’
’That may be the case,’ sighed Lord Featherston. ‘Would that we had a bleeding cup, fresh leeches or broadband access to WebMD.’

10 comments:

  1. Does that qualify as Steampunk? No?
    In that case: Bwahahahahahahahaha! :D

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  2. In Sir Walter Scott that was known as "tushery" because the characters always said "Tush."

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  3. Prithee, sir

    Boy, does that reek of subtext. The clash between addressing someone as sir, appropriate to a servant, and using the familiar second person forms prithee and dost thou means they practically have to be lovers.

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  4. Or, in the parlance of the day, they have been "getting their freak on."

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  5. Mine billed cap sitteth sideways in mine hilarity. Egad. I don't know.

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