Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
Join us as we spread our love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving them from the oldest, least-visited vaults of the Word Bank.
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The rules run thusly:
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.
2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.
3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.
4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!
5. Be a hero by using the words in your everyday life--that is how they will really be saved! Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.
This week's theme is:
"What do you think of these, John?" Richard turned in the mirror again, so John could see them better. The pantaloons were fitted excellently. Too excellently to be decent, John thought. However, that had never seemed to be Richard's first concern. They were also striped bright red and yellow. "Will I have the ladies following me in herd?" Richard asked.
Our word is:
In Anglo-Saxon and Germanic law, a price set upon a person's life on the basis of rank and paid as compensation by the family of a slayer to the kindred or lord of a slain person to free the culprit of further punishment or obligation and to prevent a blood feud.
And our fabulous sentences:
|Pantaloons -- c. 1816|
"You know I can't afford your wergild, do you not?" John said.
Richard turned to blink at him.
John explained, "For when I kill you because you wore those vile things in public."
Richard laughed. "Luckily, Cousin, this isn't the Middle Ages any longer. When you kill me, they'll only hang you. I'll take them," he said to the shopkeeper.
Next week's them is . . . masks.