Sir Norman.
That, is the man that this story I shall tell you, is about.

Dear, sweet, young n's, gather around my frail, old body, for I may never have the breath to tell you this again.

I am an old and dying beast now, but once, I was a young and magnificent creature.
I was strong, noble, and courteous to all men.
I was not always so, and this is the story of how I became such a good beast.

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Once apon a time, long, long ago, there was an eyndill man who's wife had cheated on him.
He was Sir Norman.

His wife had loved another man, he was a bedswerver, but alas, she convinced him to have a mentimutation.

This, of course, resulted in a melpomenish end to the marriage.

But over for sir Norman it was not. For his inwit found himself void.

A vecky came across him, samded, and she offered her juvament to him. For she could cast spells, and would give him what he needed.

He found this offer iqueme.

She would transform him into a Dragon. A wild and mighty beast if ever there was one.

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And so I became a fine soldier in battle. I was fierce and handsome.
Loyal to my side of the war.
But, alas, I had lost my dear, beautiful wife to that bedswerver.

At least I met my mate later, and she, far more beautiful than my lost wife. For my mate is strong and courageous also.

The End

Translation of Medieval words

Eyndill : Jealous

Bedswerver : A person unfaithful to the marriage bed

Mentimutation : Change of mind

Melpomenish : Tragic

Inwit : Conscience

Vecky : Old woman

Samded : Half-dead

Juvament : Help

Iqueme : Pleasing, agreeable