Another demon child! She hadn't expected that. But how did this one turn out to be so clearly a vile little mud-farming, armpit-scratching, flea-having privy box? With stubby, contemptible horns, no less?
Her eyes go steely over her fan. A peasant, even a demon peasant, does NOT raise his voice to a gentlewoman of the fifth rank. It's time to get all earthy about this, that's the only sort of thing peasants understand.
"The ox-cart passes / the ox drops dung on the clay / dung rises to speak." And then she really cuts loose:
"Where dung sets its foot / the earth turns grey in its shame."
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Her eyes go steely over her fan. A peasant, even a demon peasant, does NOT raise his voice to a gentlewoman of the fifth rank. It's time to get all earthy about this, that's the only sort of thing peasants understand.
"The ox-cart passes / the ox drops dung on the clay / dung rises to speak." And then she really cuts loose:
"Where dung sets its foot / the earth turns grey in its shame."
THERE. THAT'LL LEARN HIM.