Quadrivial Quandary:  Logophiles, Rejoice!  Each day we give you four unusual words.  Can you fit them all in one illustrative sentence?

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When he entered Torquil Glum's Hall, The Lochlann didn't notice the wall hangings, the French tapestries, the furniture or the servants bustling around The First Sea-Lord of Westering Scotia, mollycoddling him as though he were a new-born – one maid feeding him porridge with a spoon, another holding small pieces of bread soaked in warm milk to his mouth for him to suck between spoonfuls – the visitor had heard that Lord Glum had become an arctophile and now saw that he couldn't use his own hands because he was cuddling two small, stuffed, toy bears; so, it was true: the great Sea-Lion was not a patte de velours, hiding his claws under a veneer of peacefulness – he'd lost his claws altogether, had them drawn like ageing teeth, an now had no hidden strength, only hidden shallows, like the dimples on his hands and his rounded, cherubic cheeks the kenning of it was hard for The Lochlann to take – the Warrior of Viking blood he remembered had been replaced by an overweight man-baby probably unfit to rule his extensive lands, with their many Bens, Glens, Lochs and Lochans, Rivers and precipitate Falls, and certainly completely unsuited for the defence which would be necessary as a prelude to defeating the trio of bloodthirsty adversaries who were, no doubt, already hot on The Lochlann's trail; but he had to do it right, he knew that, and even though he baulked at the idea of seeming deferemtial to a Great Man now grown into an oversized Infant, needs must: so, he dropped on one knee, extended his hand and said in Gaelic: "Mo Thighearna, Beannachdan bho Thìr an Taobh Tuath," which in English is "My Lord, Greetings from The Lands of The Northlands," but you knew that, didn't you, Alasdair MacCaroon? and again the boy blushed at being addressed personally by Blind Harry, the greatest Story Teller and ballad Singer in Scotland, Ever!

(by MissTeriWoman)

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Oh yes, I am an arctophile!
(I was mollycoddled in my youth)
I much prefer
The patte de velours
To the rage of claw and tooth.
And when I was a rug-rat
(A kenning, if you'll allow)
I held one tight
Almost every night
And that's why I love them now.
(by OldRawgabbit)
The Quandary for Thursday, April 26, 2018 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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