“Give me a verb, I need a verb!”
… Translation is nothing more than a sick, sick game of Go Fish.
From the dictionary:
Undfan transitive verb
1) to receive, welcome
2) to take on
3) to recognize (a child)
4) to undergo (an ordeal)
5) to light on fire
…Wait, what? One of these things is not like the others. No wonder the Old Frisians died out, if that’s their approach to hospitality/child rearing.
An Irish nun, a Saxon monk, and a Roman bishop walk into a mystery novel, and all of a sudden I can’t remember how to pronounce a <c>. #OldWorldProblems
(Incidentally, I’m reading Ellis Peters’ Shroud for the Archbishop, a murder mystery set in 7th-century Rome and peppered with Latin, Irish and Old English. Talk about your busman’s holiday.)