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Lords of the North - Bernard Cornwell

I remember one night when we ate a dish of elder, which is cow's udder pressed and cooked, and I was devouring it and saying that I had not eaten so well since I was a child, and poor Willibald could not finish a mouthful. He looked as though he wanted to be sick, and I mocked him for being a weak-spined southerner.


Ah, the good old North/South divide. Nothing has changed much since 878.