Saint Vic of Roth
Her sign
is that of the Vixen. Her antecedents are, as we know in the Geoffrey Worshipping tribe,
these are the men with Pigeons in their lofts, ferrets down their trousers, unt’
whippet, int’ bedroom. A place where the men folk tell us "men are men
unt’ tha lasses grateful....." As the delicate reader can tell there is a
lot of grunting in their speech and indeed personal habits. Knowing this,
perhaps it is less than surprising that she should seek succour elsewhere,
though this hardly explains going quite so far as a man who perpetually clasps
his wallet, while saying "not tonight...". However, we are told this
in great part lies in what is known as "The French Connection". For
one of her long lost forebears was the leader of the French that conquered an
English army of mainly Yorkshire men. Due to being "whipped by lass",
they returned home to pursue Geoffrey worshipping, the losing of the national
sport, eating lard and behaving in the ways we know.
Thus history comes full circle, as that which drove the men
into such strange habits and the woman away, was brought on by a female
forebear. Equally the French made her a saint, and promptly burned her at the
stake, (which just goes to show that the French are even more batty than the
Yorkies). Cf. Count Timmy in the History for further evidence of the
Geoffrey worshippers.
Given to philosophical discourse that leaves the Emperor
shuffling uneasily and counting his H-B’s to ensure they are intact, this
doughty warrior rules her territory with a rod of iron. No member of her class
or tribe is spared the
electric treatment should they cross her.
Thus a worthy member of the Asiatic explorers, who is
returning to the land of Yorkie Bars to partake in the venerable Shuffle
celebrations. It is rumoured that she has some technical knowledge of the roots
and history, being versed in this particular Enterprise. Some historians claim
that she was first drawn to the Emperor as she mistook him for a Klingon, but
attempts to educate him in these ways have proved futile, as being a wurzel
worrier he cannot fathom this path of truth and honour.
