Hell&related Stuff

Reading another mediaeval whodunnit, this time by Michael Jecks, I came across, NO! not came across dammit. My eyeballs were assaulted by the word 'LUNCH', which leapt off the page as only a very page leapy thing could.

Now I have no particular aversion to the word 'lunch', but theres a time and a place for it (ho-ho). The time and place is not in the middle of a novel se in AD1297 .

Imagine , if you will, three mud spattered travelers on horseback, who having riden hard across the moors, chance upon a man of the cloth.
Is he:
a. Likely to ask them to tarry awhile, rest their horses and join him in a mug of ale.
b. a clergyman used to the company of socialite American women, such that he asks," as morning is well spent,will you take lunch?".

Fuck me backwards with a broomstick! He may as well have said, "come on guys, lets do lunch, there's a nifty little Tavern here where you can get a salad to die for"

But I kid you not, the word lunch does crop up in this book. Surely to goodness his editor, sub-editor, proof reader or somesuch should have picked up on this.

I did, sneakilly, check my dictionary to see if I was the one being a knob, but I arn't.