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basilica

/bəˈsɪlɪkə/ naamwoord

(architecture) A Christian church building having a nave with a semicircular apse, side aisles, a narthex and a clerestory.

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SPENDING TIME IN THE FAMILY CRYPT. I slept for a time out of sheer exhaustion – both mental and physical. Once the adrenalin stopped flowing, I was out cold. When I awoke, it was daylight. I could still hear the occasional report of guns – light and heavy – coming from outside. I even fancied that I heard a few tank rounds being loosed off and singing as they flew through the air. There was still audible screaming and roaring. The zombies had not yet been completely subdued but, surely, the military operation was now merely mopping up those who had survived the overwhelming force used by the military on the previous night. I didn’t need to use my imagination to visualise what pitiless slaughter was still happening beyond the closed steel door of the crypt. But, for the moment, we were spared from participating in it – either as victims or as perpetrators. (“Either as victims or as perpetrators”. What a choice. David and I, together, stood in a unique position.) For the sake of my ongoing sanity, I decided to block those events out – anything, in fact – even trivial, unimportant things. I had a lot of time to observe the inside of the family crypt in which David and I now sheltered. So, let me share my observations with you. The owners of the facility were plainly of Italian descent. Even if one could not have read the names which appeared on the plaques attached to the various niches, you just knew this was so, at first sight. The interior was festooned with statues of Jesus, Joseph and the Blessed Virgin Mary (including the one that Paul had used to dispatch the zombie that attacked Charles). The walls bore frescoes of biblical scenes which seemed to draw heavily on the images of the Sistine Chapel – and there were holy pictures and rosary beads placed, seemingly at random, all about the place. But my favourite artefact was a plastic model of a giant, but still avuncular, Pope John XXIII standing in the entrance of St. Peter’s Basilica. Why was this my favourite? Because, if you squeezed the plastic hand that was bestowing the papal blessing, a little light lit up in the cupola of the basilica!
OW SPENA TERMYN Y’N GLEUDHGELL DEYLYUYEK. My a goskas dres termyn hir lowr drefenn difygyans dien ow nerth – y’m brys hag y’m korf an dhew. Kettell hedhis ow resek an adreynalin, klamderys en vy. Pan dhifunis, yth esa golow dydh. Y hyllyn klywes tardh treweythys gonnys – poes ha skav – ow tos dhiworth leow a-ves. My a glywas, dell grysyn, nebes rondys dhe vos lowsyes dhiworth tankow, ow kana hag i nijys der an ayr. Yth esa hwath bos klywys skrijans ha bedhyglans. Nyns esens na hwath, an zombis, fethys yn tien mes, yn sertan, nyns o lemmyn an oberyans breselyek saw skubylenna an re a dreusvywsa an nerth meur y grevder, may hwrussa devnydh an soudoryon nyhewer. Nyns esa edhomm dhymm gul devnydh a’m awen rag gweles y’m brys vy an ladhva didruedh ow hwarvos hwath dres an daras dur degeys an gleudgell. Byttegyns, y’n tor’ ma, sparyes en ni erbynn kemmeres rann ynno – po avel vyktymys po avel gwryoryon. (“Po avel vyktymys po avel gwryoryon” – ass o henna dewis. Y sevi Davydh ha my, warbarth, yn le unnik.) A-barth yeghes ow brys, my a erviras dhe lettya an hwarvosow ma dhiworto – yn hwir, lettya puptra oll – taklow diboes hogen. Yth esa termyn lowr dhymm rag notya an taklow a-berth y’n gleudhgell deyluyek may hwoskeusi lemmyn Davydh ha my. Ytho, gesewgh vy kevrenna ow notyansow gensowgh. Yth ens i, perghennow a’n drehevyans byghan ma, a dhevedhyans Italek. Mar ny yllys redya hogen an henwyn a omdhiskwedha war an lownyow re via stegys dhe’n neythigow, y hyllys bos sertan a-dro dhodho dhe’n kynsa vu. Yth esa an pervedh afinys gans meur a dhelyow: imajys a Yesus, Yosep ha Maria Wynn (y’ga mysk an huni may hwrussa devnydh Powl anodho rag ladha an zombi esa owth omsettya war Jarles.) Y tegi an parosyow foslywyansow ow tiskwedhes gwelyow biblek a heveli bos pur haval dhe’n imajys an Chapel Sixtus – gorrys ena hwymm-hwamm, dell heveli, hag oll a-dro, skeusennow sans ha pederow salwer Maria Wynn. Byttegyns, an moyha kerys tra ragov vy o portrayans plastek a Bab Yowann XXIII, meur y ughelder mes hwath ewntrek, a’y sav y’n entrans a Vasilyka Sen Peder. Prag o hemma an moyha kerys dhymm? Mar kweskys dorn plastek esa ow ri an vennath babek, golow byghan eth yn fyw yn krommdo an vasilyka!

Michelangelo a vewa bewnans bysi dres ehen, yn unn wruthyl niver bras a oberennow. Yma rann a oberennow Michelangelo yn-mysk an re moyha aga bri a'n jeves an bys. Ynna yma diw dhelow varbel gerys-da, "an Pieta" yn Basilica Sen Peter ha "Davydh" a sevi unnweyth yn piazza yn Florens mes yma lemmyn y'n Virva Accademia. Y lymnansow an moyha gerys-da yw frescos hujes, nen an Chapel Sistin hag an "Vreus Dhiwettha". Y oberen an moyha gerys-da a bennserneth yw penn est ha dom Basilica Sen Peter.
Michelangelo a vewa bewnans bysi dres ehen, yn unn wruthyl niver bras a oberennow. Yma rann a oberennow Michelangelo yn-mysk an re moyha aga bri a'n jeves an bys. Ynna yma diw dhelow varbel gerys-da, "an Pieta" yn Basilica Sen Peter ha "Davydh" a sevi unnweyth yn piazza yn Florens mes yma lemmyn y'n Virva Accademia. Y lymnansow an moyha gerys-da yw frescos hujes, nen an Chapel Sistin hag an "Vreus Dhiwettha". Y oberen an moyha gerys-da a bennserneth yw penn est ha dom Basilica Sen Peter.

8748 Y oberen an moyha gerys-da a bennserneth yw penn est ha dom Basilica Sen Peter. 19.4671
8748 Y oberen an moyha gerys-da a bennserneth yw penn est ha dom Basilica Sen Peter. 19.4671

Marvellous! Hours of fun for the whole family. It made me proud to be a Roman Catholic. (I shouldn’t really be so disrespectful of the owners’ tastes in religious art. The little light in the basilica actually proved to be invaluable inside the otherwise gloomy crypt.) Anyway, there was no doubt as to the ancestry of the folk who had so generously provided my brother and me with this precious haven. And no expense had been spared, it seemed. In one of the niches, was a brand-new – and unoccupied – coffin of extreme grandeur and ornamentation. Whom was this waiting for? None could say since it did not yet bear a plaque. Given that it had obviously been made to order – and was of the highest specification – my guess was that it could only have been made for the (still-living?) patriarch or matriarch of the family. Just a guess, though. And, sure, there were plenty of other expensive fittings inside – including some which appeared to be made of gold and silver (or, at least, were plated with gold and silver) – but this wasn’t the most startling thing to me: it was the fact that the crypt had running water! There was no hot water, of course – let’s not get completely ridiculous – but there, in one dark corner of the room, sat a small water tap (with even a modest drain to catch any overflow). Why? Did the deceased family members get thirsty in the night and need to take a sip of water? I put this question to David – he was no help. I thought about this for a while – in the circumstances, there was nothing much else to do – then the obvious answer dawned on me. There were literally dozens of vases inside the crypt, mostly containing withered blooms. Who was going to lug water from outside to fill all these vessels on a regular basis? No-one would do it willingly. Far better to have the water piped in. Kinda sensible – in an extravagant sort of way. And now pretty handy for any living person – or even a zombie – who decided to move in!
Barthusek! Yth esa ouryow a dhelit rag oll an teylu. Prout en vy bos Katholik Romanek. (Ny dalvien gul anvri, y’n fordh ma, dhe vlas an berghennow a-dro dhe art kryjyk. Y hyllyn gul devnydh an golow byghan y’n vasilyka avel golowys y’n gleudhgell dewal. Poran dhe les o yn hwir.) Yn neb kas, nyns esa dout vyth a-dro dhe linyeth an dus re brovisa, meur aga larjes, an skovva breshyous ma dhymm ha’m broder. Ha, gans henna, kost vyth re via sparyes, dell heveli. A-berth yn onan a’n neythigow, yth esa geler, flamm-nowydh ha heb annedhyas, geler meur y veuredh mayth esa meur a afinans. Rag piw esa ow kortos an eler ma? Ny yllyn leverel drefenn na dhegi hwath lown. Gwrys herwydh arghadow o, dell heveli, ha dhe’n ughella ragavysyans. Ytho, my a grysi hy bos gwrys rag ughelvamm po ugheldas (hwath byw?) an teylu. Mes ny allav bos sur. Hag, yn sur, yth esa meur a stagellow kostek erell – y’ga mysk, an re gwrys gans arghans hag owr (po, yn lyha, platyes gans arghans hag owr) - mes nyns o hemma an moyha marthek tra dhe’m breus vy: an dra ma o an dowr ow resek y’n gleudhgell! Heb mar, nyns esa dowr toemm ow resek ynni – na dheun ha bos gokki yn tien – mes, ena, yn unn gornell dewal, y sevi tapp (hag yn-danno sygerva byghan rag kachya fennans). Prag? Esa sygh nosweyth dhe eseli marow an teylu – hag yndella esa edhomm dhedha ganowas dowr? My a wovynnas Davydh – nyns o ev gweres vyth. (Herwydh usadow.) My a ombrederis pols yn y gever – wosa oll, nyns esa travyth porres dhe wul. Ena, y teuth dhymm gorthyp apert. Yth esa dewdhegow a lestri-vleujyow a- berth y’n gleudhgell hag ynna, dre vras, bleujennow gwedhrys. Piw a vynnsa doen dowr yn fenowgh rag lenwel oll an lestri ma? Denvyth. Gwella a via dhe dhri an dowr a-bervedh dre bib. Poran konnyk – yn fordh nebes skoellyek. Byttegyns, gans henna, pur dhe-les o dhe’n dus vyw – po dhe’n zombis hogen – a erviras triga ena!