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Nyns esov vy owth oberi.langbot langbot
At this point, all rational discussion ceased and the all-in brawl commenced: seasoned Aussie soldiers, including a sprinkling of recently returned Vietnam veterans, against a bunch of fresh-faced but very fit and healthy GI’s. The barmaid stowed the glasses and ducked behind the bar.
Yma ev ow mires orthowgh.langbot langbot
juncture stage; point degre; at this ~ (adv.) at
Yma nebonen ow kana.langbot langbot
This was expected to be the match of the week-end or perhaps the match of the season for the Pirates, but it didn’t work out like that. The first half was strewn with mistakes – by both teams. Line-outs lost or wasted, knock-ons and penalties enough. It certainly wasn’t a match at the top level. Ealing were the first to score when they crossed the line in the corner following a line-out. Play was equal after this, still full of mistakes, and when the Pirates made a rare visit to the Ealing 22, they were rewarded with a penalty, which Will Cargill successfully converted. Unfortunately at this point, the Pirates lost Luke Scully, who was helped from the field with an injury to his leg. In the last five minutes of the half, Ealing put a lot of pressure on the Pirates and following three penalties and a warning to the Pirates from the referee, Ealing scored again in the corner. The conversion was missed but this score signalled half-time with the score 3-12.
Dydh da, mowesi.langbot langbot
32And Esau said, Behold, I am at the point to die: and what profit shall this birthright do to me?
Hi a gelwis hy whor.englishtainment-tm-2fzb5IpN englishtainment-tm-2fzb5IpN
They climbed down and out of the dike and through a gap in the wall, and then Tom turned due north, for they had been bearing somewhat to the west. The land was now open and fairly level, and they quickened their pace, but the sun was already sinking low when at last they saw a line of tall trees ahead, and they knew that they had come back to the Road after many unexpected adventures. They galloped their ponies over the last furlongs, and halted under the long shadows of the trees. They were on the top of a sloping bank, and the Road, now dim as evening drew on, wound away below them. At this point it ran nearly from South-west to North-east, and on their right it fell quickly down into a wide hollow. It was rutted and bore many signs of the recent heavy rain; there were pools and pot-holes full of water. They rode down the bank and looked up and down. There was nothing to be seen. 'Well, here we are again at last!' said Frodo. 'I suppose we haven't lost more than two days by my short cut through the Forest! But perhaps the delay will prove useful - it may have put them off our trail.'
Res yw dhymm dyski Frynkek.langbot langbot
horizon (n.) point at which sky and Earth's surface appear to meet gorwel; this line representedt as a circle, ignoring irregularities and obsttructions nivellin; skyline dremmwel
Da yw genev prena dillas.langbot langbot
“That’s a very good question. Private Swooper,” I answered. “I’ve lived amongst the zombies since Day One, since the very first outbreak in Melbourne. On that day, there were hundreds of zombies all at once – and there were none the day before. None at all. As far as I know, none of those first zombies had been bitten by anyone or anything. Don’t you think that’s curious, Private?” Private First Class Brendan Swooper nodded thoughtfully – and a lot of the other GI’s in the audience nodded along with him. I continued: “My brother became a zombie within the first few days ...” (I omitted to mention that he’d actually been bitten in that time.) “... but not me. I’ve seen a lot of guys and girls, all fellow university students, bitten by those zombies, the ones who appeared on Day One, the ones who had never been bitten. None of the girls became zombies. None of them. Not one. Now, Private Swooper, that’s also mighty strange, don’t you think?” Private First Class Swooper nodded even more thoughtfully – and even more GI’s nodded along with him. (At this point, the Captain started to feel uneasy about the fact that I had the undivided attention of the GI’s – who all seemed very interested in what I had to say. He stood abruptly, started to try and silence me once again. The GI’s hissed at him – and he reluctantly resumed his seat.) “The third thing, Private, that is mighty strange is that not all the guys who got bitten and became zombies stayed that way!” “That’s not true!” yelled the Captain – who was promptly hissed down again. I shrugged, fell silent in my cage. I knew what would happen. I had won the GI’s over. I was just like them – young and unworldly - but they knew I was talking from first-hand experience. They wanted to know what I knew – and for very good reason: their lives may have depended on it. Very soon, despite the fact that the Captain tried to shut the meeting down, I was recalled to speak. Now, I knew the Captain would be most reluctant to interrupt – at least until I had said more than he could tolerate. I continued:
Ple’th esowgh whi?langbot langbot
actually (adv.) at this time; presently y'n eur ma; really; indeed yn-hwir, gwir, yn; in effect; in fact yn-ober, ober, yn; in reality yn-gwiryonedh; in point of fact; precisely y'n-gwir; verily; in effect veri
A wre'ta gweles an ebron?langbot langbot
There were two viewing windows to the chamber. I guessed that I was the show. At one window, stood what would now be considered an ancient video camera of considerable bulk. My ‘show’ was to be recorded. The chair into which David was securely tied was placed at the other viewing port. He had a perfect view of me – and I of him. A second ancient video camera was pointed at David. I was not hooked up to an EEG machine this time but, curiously, David was. He had all the electrodes stuck to his shaven scalp – just like last time – and these led by wire back to a screen. But for me? Nothing. What did this remind me of? Suddenly, I became very anxious and loudly demanded to be let out of the chamber. Could they hear me? Would it have mattered if they could? David could see my anxiety and started to roar. None of this mattered to the Captain. Did Ingrid know what was about to happen? I screamed for mercy – in a flash, I had remembered what all this was about. I had seen the horrific archival film from Auschwitz. This guy really was Mengele’s successor and I was about to die an agonising death. Why? Was there a reason? “Start the vacuum pump,” he ordered loudly – and I heard the electric motor thump into action. Fuck! I looked through the window at David – he was no use. He was just complaining, as usual. Dr Slimy-smile was peering intently at me from behind one of the cameras. Ingrid was not visible to me but, no doubt, she was somewhere in the background. Soon the air began to thin and my breathing became more rapid. Just as with a mountain climber’s body, my body was trying to compensate for the lack of oxygen by making me take in more air. More air meant more oxygen. It would only work for a short time – I knew that.
Yw an edhen byw po marow?langbot langbot
I thought I understood what was going on. So, I addressed my next question to Paul: “Has His Royal Majesty taken the recent Roundhead advances very badly?” Paul smiled with relief. I had indeed understood what was going on. “His Royal Majesty is much affronted by the advance of the Parliamentarian army into his sovereign territory. He prays they all depart immediately.” “My dear Oliver,” interrupted Charles. “Surely you can do something about this business. You are, after all, titular head of the Parliamentarian forces. Surely you can recall those accursed Roundheads. And, if not you, what about General David? Surely you could do that for your Sovereign Lord.” Charles, it seemed, was now living in the era of the English Civil War of the 1640’s. This had been his fantasy playground from the first day I had met him. Now he had retreated there completely – for reasons that were not hard to guess at, given his recent traumatic experiences. “Well, Your Majesty, I’ll see what I can do. Shall we discuss it during High Tea – I have some fine provisions we might share while we discuss the formal terms of the disengagement.” I raised my backpack – filled with tinned ham and Christmas puddings. Paul’s face filled with joy – evidently, he and Charles had also been starving. “A fine proposal, Good Sir,” responded Charles. “Paul, lay out our finest tableware.” “Certainly, my Liege,” simpered Paul. Charles had always, in my experience, spoken in an exaggerated upper-class English accent. Indeed, I had assumed he was English at first. In fact, he was 6th generation Australian and had been educated in a Catholic boys’ school where the Brothers had, apparently, not known how to cope with their first openly and flamboyantly gay pupil. Curiously, for this era at least, he was much beloved by his fellow students – to the point where he was made the mascot for the school’s senior football team. (Charles, being short of stature, was definitely no athlete and the ‘position’ of mascot had, reportedly, suited him just fine.)
Hi a vynn dos ha bos medhoges.langbot langbot
(And would our way also be blocked by tanks and nervous troops with machine guns?) We’d give it a try – North Court and its surrounds were rapidly becoming a killing field for all the creatures that lingered there. We should not linger. We moved with the Northbound flow, across Tin Alley and between the Beaurepaire pool and the squash courts. We moved past the running track and the tennis courts. It was slow, halting progress. The undead then spilled across the cricket ground (oblivious to the damage this would cause to the finely manicured pitches.) For some reason, I led David to the side of the oval and stayed off the playing area. Was this merely respect or was something else clicking inside my head? A helicopter gunship edged away from North Court and followed the throng to the cricket oval, pouring hot metal death down on the pitch invaders. At the same time, the felt-like grass of the pitch itself was fearfully cut up by this careless strafing. It would take the curator weeks of pain-staking repair work. It seemed that I was the only one present who cared about such important matters! (I would have to take it up with the ACB (Australian Cricket Board) much later on.) We reached the North side of the oval where the fleeing throng was forced into the bottleneck of the footpath that ran between the cricket pavilion (and mountaineering clubrooms) and residential college buildings. Chaotic though this was, the helicopter gunship did not fire upon those who had reached this point. Perhaps there was a fear of striking the residential colleges where living survivors might yet be sheltering. I can’t be sure but the relief that came from this unexpected protection was palpable. Slowly, the river of undead snaking North along the path crept towards the Northernmost exit of the campus. Was escape at hand? Nope. At that point, the unmistakable chatter of a heavy machine gun shattered the temporary calm. This time, the sound was not from above but from ahead, from the direction of the exit to which we were heading. More high-pitched zombie wailing.
Res yw dhyn y wul.langbot langbot
The Cornish Pirates v. Doncaster Knights - For this first game of 2023, it was a start for centre Garyn Smith, following a long-term injury. Although heavy rain in the morning left the field slippery and heavy, together with a strong wind, an entertaining match was expected. Doncaster were the first to score when their Nr. 9 converted a penalty kick in front of the posts after 3 minutes. The Pirates responded almost immediately when they scored a try following a catch and drive move. Harry Bazalgette was unable to convert because of the awkward wind – 5-3. Play was from end to end without either team putting further points on the board. However, after 26 minutes The Knights gave away a penalty in front of the posts and Bazalgette made no mistake with his kick. It seemed as though The Pirates would leave the field at half-time still leading 8-3, but a couple of stoppages through injury to Cory Teague and Will Britten – with Cory leaving the field for a Head Injury Assessment, Doncaster were able to get the next score through an unconverted try to level the scores at 8-8 at half-time. The second half Doncaster played with the wind at their backs and from the restart they tried to take advantage of this, but The Pirates’ defence dealt perfectly with every dangerous probing kick which was sent to them. Without a score still this half, at 52 minutes, the Doncaster hooker was shown a yellow card and this proved to be the turning point in this game for The Pirates. They scored almost immediately after this card through a try by Tommy Wyatt and converted by Bazalgette, and five minutes later, Tom Kessel collected the ball and running around the blind side of the ruck, crossed the line for The Pirates’ third try. Bazalgette hit the post with his conversion attempt. Then, with Bazalgette kicking a penalty on 68 minutes, The Pirates were leading 23-8. Three minutes later, The Pirates gave away a penalty in front of the posts but Doncaster opted for a kick to the corner, which led to a catch and drive try, which they converted. However, The Pirates sealed the win with two further tries on 75 and 78 minutes through Rusi Tuima and Tommy Wyatt, with Arwel Robson converting both. Final score, The Cornish Pirates 37, Doncaster Knights 15.
Eus lyvrow y’th chi?langbot langbot
2 CORINTHIANS 7 1Therefore, since we have these promises, dear friends, let us purify ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirit, perfecting holiness out of reverence for God. Paul’s Joy Over the Church’s Repentance 2Make room for us in your hearts. We have wronged no one, we have corrupted no one, we have exploited no one. 3I do not say this to condemn you; I have said before that you have such a place in our hearts that we would live or die with you. 4I have spoken to you with great frankness; I take great pride in you. I am greatly encouraged; in all our troubles my joy knows no bounds. 5For when we came into Macedonia, we had no rest, but we were harassed at every turn—conflicts on the outside, fears within. 6But God, who comforts the downcast, comforted us by the coming of Titus, 7and not only by his coming but also by the comfort you had given him. He told us about your longing for me, your deep sorrow, your ardent concern for me, so that my joy was greater than ever. 8Even if I caused you sorrow by my letter, I do not regret it. Though I did regret it—I see that my letter hurt you, but only for a little while— 9yet now I am happy, not because you were made sorry, but because your sorrow led you to repentance. For you became sorrowful as God intended and so were not harmed in any way by us. 10Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret, but worldly sorrow brings death. 11See what this godly sorrow has produced in you: what earnestness, what eagerness to clear yourselves, what indignation, what alarm, what longing, what concern, what readiness to see justice done. At every point you have proved yourselves to be innocent in this matter. 12So even though I wrote to you, it was neither on account of the one who did the wrong nor on account of the injured party, but rather that before God you could see for yourselves how devoted to us you are. 13By all this we are encouraged. In addition to our own encouragement, we were especially delighted to see how happy Titus was, because his spirit has been refreshed by all of you. 14I had boasted to him about you, and you have not embarrassed me. But just as everything we said to you was true, so our boasting about you to Titus has proved to be true as well. 15And his affection for you is all the greater when he remembers that you were all obedient, receiving him with fear and trembling. 16I am glad I can have complete confidence in you.
“A vyn’ta y brena?” “Mynnav.”langbot langbot
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Ny wor den vyth y hanow.langbot langbot
It was, like all the vehicles, already pointed towards the entrance gate. I presumed this was so that the soldiers, like firemen, could spring into action at a moment’s notice. In any event, this meant that no backing and turning was required. We just needed to push forwards and gain speed. As we neared the gate, David jumped into the passenger seat at my command – and I slid into the driver’s seat, leaving the door ajar. We were travelling at around 15 kph and I could see the guard, still slumped in his chair as we cruised past. The ignition was on. I was ready to slip the clutch to start the motor whenever necessary. We bumped over the apron of the driveway, turned right and were fifty metres down College Crescent before I needed to do so. As the engine coughed into life, I glanced in the rear-view mirror – the guard had not moved. He was still slumped at his post. We had needed this stroke of luck because, according to my figuring, we were now behind schedule – and we still had a train to catch.
Nyns yw da gans Tom oyow.langbot langbot
Now that I thought about it, maybe such ‘soft’ duties had been assigned to him because of the horrors he had been through in his two tours of duty in ‘Nam. Maybe, beneath that confident and impressive exterior, the man was actually quite fragile. Can’t say now. Couldn’t say then. But it was certainly odd. In my mind’s eye, I could still see the blackboard in that seminar room. It was covered in circles and arrows but only one phrase appeared on it: “Form a Perimeter”. What did that mean? And did it only apply in jungle warfare? After wracking my brain for a while, I decided it could only have meant one of two things: 1. When entering unfamiliar territory, surround it and attack; or 2. When already in such a place, spread out and form a defensive circle around where you find yourself. I remembered the reg had spoken of his platoon being repeatedly dropped by Chinook helicopter behind enemy lines, in territory controlled by the VC (Viet Cong) – or ‘Charlie’ as he preferred to call them. Would it make sense for a small group of men to land (fairly obtrusively) at one point, immediately fan out widely and try to encircle an unseen enemy – an enemy which was, of course, entirely familiar with its own home territory? Nope, I decided. That would be plain dumb. The fragile circle that you formed in this way could be attacked by the enemy both from the inside and by those still outside it. So, strike out option 1 and tick option 2. So, in the seminar, ‘Form a perimeter’ had obviously meant ‘Form a Defensive Perimeter’ – i.e. around your ‘point of insertion’ into the battle zone. (You see, I must have been paying attention, after all!) In any event, this conclusion, in my mind at least, represented progress.
Nowydh yw an lyver ma.langbot langbot
The second half saw the Pirates lose many chances to score, through mistakes – bad line-outs, balls knocked on, but worse than this the increasing number of penalties given away. These chances were seized by Ampthill who scored three points from every one of them. Finally Ampthill took the lead through a try – which after being given by the referee, was seen on the screen replay with the Ampthill player losing the ball as he crossed the line. Although the Pirates scored their third try to retake the lead, another penalty given away by the Pirates gave Ampthill the three points needed to win the game. Although the Pirates had one more chance to win the game at the end, another bad line-out saw them lose the ball and with this, the end of the game. Final score: The Cornish Pirates 18, Ampthill 20. The Pirates scored three tries to Ampthill’s one, the lost the game on the number of penalties given away.
Na wra ankevi skrifa dhymm.langbot langbot
Paul seemed unamused by my involuntary mirth: “It wasn’t funny, Peter! It was quite terrifying actually.” I composed myself and, with difficulty, removed the grin from my face. “Of course. Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. ... So, may I take it you were taken unawares by this rearguard attack?” He nodded in a sullen fashion. (Obviously, he didn’t much like my attempted joke.) “There was just one – there haven’t been many zombies passing through the cemetery. So, after we managed to fight it off, we decided to stay put. We managed to scavenge some food and cooking equipment from the gate-keeper’s house without being noticed again. So, we’ve been here ever since – or so I believe.” There was an obvious gap in his recollection – a gap which I thought Charles could not (reliably) fill. So, I decided to pursue the matter. “How did you manage to fight the, er, ‘Roundhead’ off?” “Well, Charles was completely useless, of course ...” commenced Paul Charles frowned and started to protest. “...Correction: His Royal Majesty immediately took command of the situation and, by dint of bravely fainting, allowed me to deal with it ...” Suitably mollified, Charles fell silent. The story that emerged (after lots of hand-waving and recounting of exaggerated deeds of valour) was that, with a profusely bleeding left buttock, a naked Paul had been able physically to repel the initial attack of the zombie – which then turned its attention to a less troublesome target: the supine and unconscious figure of Charles. This explained how Charles, too, had been bitten – albeit on a more ‘decent’ part of his body. “... So, at that point, I sought divine intervention ...” (Paul was very pious.)
Res yw dhymm skrifa lyther.langbot langbot
After a brilliant win the previous week-end, everyone knew that this match would be something different – which proved right. It was however, a match of two halves. Worcester started at full speed and soon they would put their first points on the board. The Pirates found themselves ‘on the back foot’ through the speed and skill of the visitors, and within the first half an hour they saw 4 tries – in the 5th, 10th, 18th and 27th minute, scored against them. The remainder of the match seemed black for the Pirates and many people could see a huge final score on the cards. But gradually, things steadied and in spite of a difference of opinion in which Josh Caulfield and Worcester’s Jack Johnson were advised to spend 10 minutes in the sin-bin, The Pirates found the break for which they had been looking. Following a mix-up in front of the Jewson Stand, Alex o’Meara seized the ball and ran unopposed under the posts, with Arwel Robson adding the conversion. Worcester tried keenly for another try but this did come to fruition, and so at half-time the score read 7-24.
Res yw dhyn dybri neppyth.langbot langbot
After the two losses against Doncaster and Ealing, the desire to win this game was strong. Although there were a number of changes in the team – because of the amount of injuries received by the players, it was still a strong team. Amongst those for the match was Harry Davey and Hayden King making their first appearance for the season, the return of Tom Cowan-Dickie on the bench and Will Butler on loan from Worcester. Nottingham started very strongly and after attacking the Pirates line and three straight penalties, they got their first three points. But it wasn’t long before the Pirates kept possession of the ball and in the 7th minute Dan Frost a scored the first try, which was converted by Will Cargill. Soon the Pirates scored again through Harry Davey who chased a grubber from Rob Wedlake to score in the corner. A few minutes after this, Harry scored again to bring the score to 3-19. The Pirates were controlling the game and after 34 minutes, Tommy Wyatt scored the bonus point try, to bring the score at half-time to 3-26.
My a gews Sowsnek pub dydh.langbot langbot
THE HUNTER AND THE HUNTED Tinned carrots and corned beef – that was my first meal after escaping from Puckapunyal. And I was truly grateful for it. Presumably, the Sergeant had grabbed what he could from what was lying about in the mess and had thrown it into the kitbag. For ‘dessert’, there was a packet of rock-hard ‘dog biscuits’. Very nutritious, I’m sure, and lots of fibre – but they tasted like baked excrement. (Imagine being up to your thighs in mud, in the trenches of the Western Front, and then having to eat those dog biscuits. Yuck!) I gave some corned beef to David. Predictably, he looked at it scornfully (inasmuch as dead eyes can express scorn), made a very disapproving noise (which sounded like flatulence) and promptly discarded it. This was something I would need to work on. I knew I couldn’t readily obtain a regular supply of freshly killed human flesh. So, David would just have to find something else that suited his zombie palate. (And corned beef was obviously not that ‘something’.) By mid-afternoon, we decided to do a little exploring. On an adjacent hill-top, a hill which was much higher than the one into which the tunnel had been driven, there stood an abandoned watch-tower. You know, one of those spindly wooden towers that fire-fighters sit in to watch for any signs of smoke on the horizon or, close by, in the bush. This one had definitely not been in service for many years. Its structural members, made of local timber, were rotting and cracked. The whole thing had developed a discernible lean and the original cover for the platform that sat atop the structure had been blown away a long, long time ago. (Bits of it lay about the base, slowly melting into the humus.) Nevertheless, the tower was not entirely on the point of collapse and I was able, with some difficulty, to climb it. Just as I had suspected, this vantage point afforded me with a view not only of the surrounding bushland for miles around but, in the distance, of the main base at Puckapunyal. Far more importantly, I could see (more or less) right along the road that led to the base from the Scrub Hill area.
Res yw dhis mos.langbot langbot
As in the first half, Hartpury started strongly and in the 49th minute scored their second try, which was converted to make the score 40-12. But within 4 minutes, Dan Frost gained his ‘hat-trick’ with his third try to increase the lead to 45-12. Soon the Pirates were strongly attacking Hartpury, and after spending 5 minutes camped on the Hartpury line, Tom Duncan thrust himself over the line and under the posts for his ‘hat-trick’ – pressure which saw a Hartpury player getting a yellow card. Now, with the score at 52-12. the Pirates were out of sight. However, Hartpury were not completely destroyed because they continued to fight and in the 71st minute they scored their third try. This seemed to give them more strength and they worked hard to get a losing bonus point – which they got with the last play of the game. Final score: The Cornish Pirates 52, Hartpury College 26.
My a wel lion.langbot langbot
HEBREWS 8 The High Priest of a New Covenant 1Now the main point of what we are saying is this: We do have such a high priest, who sat down at the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in heaven, 2and who serves in the sanctuary, the true tabernacle set up by the Lord, not by a mere human being. 3Every high priest is appointed to offer both gifts and sacrifices, and so it was necessary for this one also to have something to offer. 4If he were on earth, he would not be a priest, for there are already priests who offer the gifts prescribed by the law. 5They serve at a sanctuary that is a copy and shadow of what is in heaven. This is why Moses was warned when he was about to build the tabernacle: “See to it that you make everything according to the pattern shown you on the mountain.” 6But in fact the ministry Jesus has received is as superior to theirs as the covenant of which he is mediator is superior to the old one, since the new covenant is established on better promises. 7For if there had been nothing wrong with that first covenant, no place would have been sought for another. 8But God found fault with the people and said: “The days are coming, declares the Lord, when I will make a new covenant with the people of Israel and with the people of Judah. 9It will not be like the covenant I made with their ancestors when I took them by the hand to lead them out of Egypt, because they did not remain faithful to my covenant, and I turned away from them, declares the Lord. 10This is the covenant I will establish with the people of Israel after that time, declares the Lord. I will put my laws in their minds and write them on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people. 11No longer will they teach their neighbor, or say to one another, ‘Know the Lord,’ because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest. 12For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.” 13By calling this covenant “new,” he has made the first one obsolete; and what is obsolete and outdated will soon disappear.
Akontydh ov.langbot langbot
“Sorry, Mate,” I thought. “We did our best. It just wasn’t good enough.” A corporal called his commanding officer over: “This one isn’t a zombie, Sir,” he said, pointing in my direction. “Perhaps he’s a collaborator.” A Captain approached. He wore a caduceus badge. He was a military doctor. “A collaborator?!” he scoffed. “What an absurd concept.” “He looked first at me and then at David. He did the same thing three or four times. “They’re related. Brothers, I’d say. Maybe even twins. It’s a bit hard to tell what the zombie looked like a few days ago – what with that awful grey skin and bloody mess that they all seem to wear.” He addressed himself to me: “You there! I could have you shot as a spy, you know. I assume you’re not really a Sergeant in Her Majesty’s Australian Army. The penalty for impersonating army personnel during time of war is summary execution, you know.” Yes, I had heard of this, now that I thought of it – but was this really a war? In any event, it seemed that David and I would be going together. That, at least, was some comfort. I remained silent. I had nothing to say. Then a strange thing happened. The Captain’s manner abruptly changed. He examined me and David more closely. David kept roaring his protest, of course, and tried vainly to escape his bonds. The Captain came and sat himself beside me, took off his hat and assumed an avuncular (but definitely creepy) tone with me: “Would you rather be shot, here and now, as a spy – or would you prefer to live on and, possibly, ensure the existence of your zombie relative for a while yet?”
Na red y’n stevel-ma.langbot langbot
25 sinne gevind in 8 ms. Hulle kom uit baie bronne en word nie nagegaan nie.