Station Approach oor Kornies

Station Approach

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

Nesfordh an Gorsav

Roche

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Station Approach
Roche / Nesfordh an Gorsav / / /

I turned to the noisily-feasting David: “It’s a crap option, Dave. Any better ideas?” He uttered the words “gronff” and “nunff” (with a full mouth) but I don’t think it was by way of reply. It was nearing dawn. The train slowed on its approach to Castlemaine station. I dragged David away from the Major – or what was left of him – and slapped David’s bloody, gory face. This was not to express my disapproval, of course. This was merely to get his attention. I dragged him to the doorway of the baggage car. He roared in complaint and tried to return to the current object of his interest. I pulled him back and, placing my face very close to his, roared back: “We stay, and we die!” He looked longingly at what lay on the floor – but, at least, he understood. The immediate blood-lust was ebbing away and now he could hear me above the frenzy of his own ‘thoughts’ (whatever they were). He trusted me, it seemed, and would follow my directions despite his pressing urge to stay and finish his grisly undertaking. The train continued to brake and slow. When it got to a walking pace, we would make a leap for it – hopefully, before we reached the platform and the awkward questions that might await us there. I slid back the door of the baggage car just enough to allow us through. The train got to within a mere 50m of the platform before I judged it safe to jump. I was already grasping David’s slimy paw. We jumped together and landed hard, half on the bluestone ballast and half on the packed clay beside it. I was winded and in pain. I lay there for a few precious seconds, wondering if I had broken anything. David, meantime, was up and about – no sense, no feeling, I suppose. Though I was still in pain in several parts of my body, I could not afford to linger as I saw the train come to a halt in the station. The door of the baggage car was still open. Discovery was at hand. I crawled to my feet and again took David’s hand.
My a dreylyas dhe Dhavydh, meur hwath y dros dybrians: “Dewis euthyk yw, ‘Dhav. Eus dhis gwella tybyansow?” Ev a levas an geryow “gronff” ha “nunff” (lenwys y anow) mes ny grysav an geryow ma dhe vos dre fordh a worthyp. Ogas dhe vora o. Y lenthas an tren hag ev ow neshe dhe’n orsav Kastlemayne. My a draylyas Davydh dhiworth an Ughkapten – po, dhe’n lyha y remenant, ha hwettya y fas, gorherys gans goes ha kig denel. Nyns o henna rag y dhiskwedhes ow fowt kommendyans, heb mar. Res o dhymm yn sempel gwaynya y attendyans. My a’n traylyas bys porth an koch-fardellow. Ev a vedhyglas y grodhvol hag assaya dehweles dhe’n dra mayth esa an moyha bern dhodho. My a’n dastennas ha, ow fas erbynn y huni, dasri y vedhyglans: “Mar trigyn omma, y fydhyn marow!” Meur y yeunes, ev a viras orth pyth esa ow korwedha war an leur – mes, dhe’n lyha, ev a’m konvedhas. Yth esa y lust-woes owth omdenna ha, lemmyn, ev a ylli ow klywes yn mysk konnar y ‘brederow’ y honan (pypynag ens i). Ev a goelas orthiv, dell heveli, hag ytho ervira dhe’m sywya – yn despit dh’y dhebron meur dhe driga rag kowlwul y omgemmeryans grysel. Y fesya an tren dhe fronna ha lenthe. Pan o an toeth kepar dell gerdh den, ni a lammsa dre borth an koch – kyns an tren dhe dhrehedhes an kay ha keffrys, dell esa govenek dhymm, kyns an govynnow tykkli orth agan gortos ena. My a slynkyas daras an koch-fardellow poran pellder lowr rag gasa ni dhe dremena dredho. Yth esa an tren a-berth y’n diwettha 50m dhiworth an kay kyns my dhe grysi bos salow rag agan lamm. Seulabrys, yth esen ow synsi paw loubek dhe Dhavydh. Ni a lammas warbarth ha tirhe yndellma: unn hanter war an laster meyn-loes ha’n hanter arall war an pri kales rybdho. Meur ow fayn, heb gwyns en. Yth esen ow korwedha ena dres nebes eylennow presyous, owth omwovynn mars esa neppyth terrys dhymm. Yn kettermyn, yth esa Davydh a’y sav hag, yn apert, yn poynt da – mar nyns eus skians vyth dhodho, nyns eus klywans na byth moy, dell heveli dhymm y’n tor’ na. Kynth esa hwath payn yn lies rann ow horf, nyns o possybyl dhe darya ha my gwelys an tren ow hedhi orth an orsav. Hwath igor o daras an koch-fardellow. Diskudhans o rybon ni. My a omdraylyas a’m sav ha kemmeres paw Davydh unnweyth arta.