[…] Wamba, though so imperfectly weaponed, did not hesitate to rush in and assist the Black Knight to rise.

Aotearoa / rugged individual / glistens like a pearl at the bottom of the world ….

There there dwelt a robber, much at his ease, because he had with him the only boat on the Loch: so that when he had robbed a passing traveller or party he had only to slide away in his boat to his Mand, where he could enjoy the spoil at his leisure, though an army should be raging for his apprehension on the shore. But we all, know what became of the man who was too clever: he perished of spontaneous combustion, consumed by his own excessive cleverality.

She sure was a hotshot on the keyboard, 93 words per minute!