Stories from Early Medieval Ireland (Audio drama)
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) Irish (General)Transcript
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the burial. Today we bury baby, one of the most respected members of our kin and a loyal servant of the tour. Bei Wien was the wife of a tenant farmer but he died when he was very young When I was just a boy. However baby in had a long life, she must be over 50 summers old. She was always well thought of and worked hard at her roles in the community as well as our work in the field. She was very good at helping to keep the mill in good repair. As skilled as almost any man that I have encountered, I know that the bow our fertile were Mr They spent hours together in the mill babying played her role in helping us to grow into a prosperous and well ordered community under the protection of the King of Leg or my lands stretch far beyond our settlement across the plains of Brega up to the banks of the Broad Meadow River. However, despite the productive soil and gentle streams, this land is occasionally dangerous. We are near the border with the old enemy, the kingdom of Sina and each year we must send some of our best young men to be part of the war band in service of the king who lives in the fortress of the Martian. The gore. Still, it is a great honour for a family to have a son and service to the king. You could see it almost as being as good as having a monk or a priest in the family. Holy. They'd be a bit handy or in a raid. I myself on the Lord of the land, the flat they call me and I'm the nephew to the king himself, who was my mother's brother. Our settlement is a vital part of the kingdom, and our busy mills and productive farms supply much of the grain and meat to the gore. Under me is the boa, who chiefly manages the farms and mills, and there is no better bow ara in all of Brega for herdsmen ship I barely have to lift a finger on. That is very much the way I like it. There are also no fewer than seven tenant farmers who read their small farms from me, and their annual tribute is due. I always look forward to seeing the grain cheeses and meats old neatly gathered at the annual winter celebration that they throw in my honour in gratitude for my generosity and nobility. I do love those occasions where all the tour her from high to low come together even on sad occasions such as this, where we bury a member of our community. People take comfort from their kin and neighbours, her daughter and kitten Berry baby in her family plot. They lay her gently on her back in the grave with her head in the west like a good Christian so she can rise again on the day of judgement. They have dressed her in her finest clothes with an embroidered short covering her head and shoulders. I only ever saw her wear that on occasions when the priest visited. The priest always says we should be buried and wrapped in a shroud. But that wasn't the way of bay beans, kid. When the grave was being dug, the bones of her long dead husband were uncovered, and so we will bury them with her and his bones will benefit from being twice blessed