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My problem when I did this was trying to figure out exactly how I managed to hide a trebuchet in the folds of my skirts (siege weapons are a tad... big) and laughing myself silly because my mother was a Nasty Little Hobbitses from Sam's compost heap. Not to mention that I was to be married to Baldrick of all people. Never do that thing when you're bored and thinking of Blackadder.