"Ic eom wunderlicu wiht wifum on hyhte neahbuendum nyt; nægum sceþþe burgsittendra nymthe bonan anum. Staþol min is steapheah stonde ic on bedde neoðan ruh nathwær. Neþeð hwilum ful cyrtenu ceorles dohtor modwlonc meowle þæt heo on mec gripe ræseð mec on reodne reafath min heafod fegeð mec on fæsten. Feleþ sona mines gemotes seo þe mec nearwað wif wundenlocc. Wæt bið þæt eage."
"I am a wondrous creature for women in expectation, a service for neighbours. I harm none of the citizens except my slayer alone. My stem is erect, I stand up in bed, hairy somewhere down below. A very comely peasant's daughter, dares sometimes, proud maiden, that she grips at me, attacks me in my redness, plunders my head, confines me in a stronghold, feels my encounter directly, woman
with braided hair. Wet be that eye."
Answer: the onion.
Riddle 25. The Exeter Book of Riddles (Codes Exoniensis).
Exeter, Cathedral Chapter Library, MS 3501. Circa 990.
|Jean-Jacques MONCUS. Le Courrier du Léon et du Trégor. June 29th 1974.|
|Trewman's Exeter Flying Post or Plymouth and Cornish Advertiser. November 12, 1892.|
|Vibrant purple-coated ENGLISH organic onions. Exeter's farmers' market.|
|Stripey-shirted, baguette-holding French onion sellers packed |
among other plastic iconic figures inside a toy shop on Exeter's high street.