It's another Save-A-Word Saturday!

This is my third time in this endeavor: Join this blog hop and save dying words before they're gone forever. Here's how it goes:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to The Feather and The Roseblog - our host.
2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.
3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.
4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!
5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.
Today's theme is: Traitor
My word today is: Mainour -  noun Old English Law. a stolen article found on the person of or near the thief
And here's my writing for this magnificent legalistic word:
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, just because the authorities said they found Mr. Filcher with the mainour in question purring softly while wrapped in his coat to stay warm, does not mean my client was attempting to steal Mrs. Tattler's property."
"No," interrupted Mrs. Tattler. "Not until he saw me coming and ran away yelling, 'You can't have Charlie back. He doesn't want to go back. He chose me!'"