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like a driver

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like a driver
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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.
Yth esa tal an karr-les, kepar hag oll an re erell, wor’tu ha’n yet-entrans. My a dhesevas bos y’n fordh na may kalla an soudoryon, kepar ha tangasoryon, lamma a-dhistowgh yn gweythres ter heb lett. Yn neb kas, nyns esa edhomm dhyn a dreylya an karr-les (po mos war-dhelergh ynno). Res o dhyn hepken y herdhya yn-rag rag kavoes toeth lowr. Ha ni omneshes dhe’n yet, Davydh a lammas y’n eseth-dremenyas (herwydh ow hommandyans) ha my a slynkyas y’n eseth-lywyer, ow kasa an daras igor. Yth esen ni ow mos a-dro dhe 15km an our hag y hyllyn gweles an gwithyas, hwath gyllys yn gronn yn y gador, ha ni orth y dremena yn tidros. Skwych-enowans o yn fyw. Prest ov dhe slynkya an gravell rag dalleth an jynn byth pan o res. Ni eth a-dreus apron an fordh gans boemm byghan ha treylya a- dhyghow. Ni re alsa 50m a-hys Kromman Kollji kyns bos edhomm dhymm a slynkya an gravell. Ha’n jynn pesys yn fyw, my a viras y’n gweder-mires – ny waysa an gwithyas. Hwath o ev yn gronn war y soedh. Yth esa edhomm dhyn a’n chons na drefenn, herwydh ow halkonieth, agan bos a-dhiwedhes. Henn yw leverel, nyns en herwydh an termyn re via towlennys genev – ha res o dhyn kachya unn dren kyns oll.

“I’d like to get some food to them – to keep them going till relief comes. If it comes. Any ideas?” I expected that Paul would think this a dangerous, if not impossible, task to achieve. But, no. His response was as quick as it was matter-of-fact: “There’s a truck parked just to the North of the cemetery in Lygon Street, a refrigerated truck like they use to make deliveries to supermarkets. I saw it on the afternoon of day two, just before everything went black for me. The diesel engine was still idling at the time and the refrigeration unit was still running. No sign of any driver. The truck might still be there.” Amazing. “And full of food?” I asked. “Probably. I didn’t bother to check inside. Charles and I had already raided the gate-keeper’s house. We didn’t need more food at that time – and it wasn’t worth the risk of exposing ourselves by going out in the open. However, as you can see, I made a mental note of the vehicle for future reference.” “Will you come with me and David to check it out?” “Fuck off!” said Paul. “You don’t need me and, even if you did, I’m not yet that hungry.” There was nothing more to be said. I called out to David. He didn’t come. I needed to go inside to arouse him from his afternoon torpor. (Yes, I did kick him and, yes, he did complain loudly.) “Come on, Dave. We’ve got work to do.”
“My a garsa kavoes nebes boes ragdha – rag aga skoedhya bys pan dheu difresyans. Mar teu ev. Eus tybyansow dhiso jy?” My re waytsa Powl dhe grysi bos hemma oberenn peryllus - ma na ve anpossybyl yn tien bos gwrys. Byttegyns, nyns o hemma y gryjyans mann. Y worthyp ev o uskis ha heb trynn: “Yma kert kevelsys parkyes a-gledhbarth an ynkleudhva yn Stret Lygon, kert- yeynell kepar dell yw usyes rag doen proviansow dhe’n gorvarghasow. My a’n welas dohajydh an nessa dydh, kyns dhe dhos an duder oll dhe’m brys. Yth esa hwath owth oberi yn lent an jynn disel y’n tor’ na. Nyns esa sin vyth a’y lywyer. Possybyl yw an kert dhe vos ena hwath.” Ass o hemma marthek. “Ha lenwys gans boes?” a wovynnis vy. “Gwirhaval yw. Ny omdroblis vy rag mires a-bervedh. My ha Charles re omsettsa seulabrys war ji porther. Nyns esa edhomm a voes moy y’n termyn na – ha ny dela an peryll dhe omdhiskwedhes yn apert. Byttegyns, dell yllydh gweles, my a notyas y’m brys presens a’n kert ma rag gul devnydh possybyl anodho y’n termyn a dho. “A vynnydh dos genev ha Davydh rag mires orto?” “Ke dhe-ves!” yn-medh Powl. “Nyns eus edhomm vyth dhywgh ahanan ha, mars esa edhomm yn hwir, ny vien hwath nownek lowr rag henna.” Nyns esa travyth moy bos leverys. My a elwis dhe Dhavydh. Ny dheuth ev. Res o dhymm entras a-bervedh rag y waya dhiworth marder y dhohajydh. (Ya, my a wrug y botya ha, ya, ev a wrug krodhvolas yn ughel.) “Deun yn-rag, ‘Dhav. Yma res dhyn a wul oberenn.”

Having seen the glow at the window, I decided the best way to check it out was to exit from the small pedestrian gate on the West side of the cemetery (which faced Princes Park and was, presumably, unguarded) and then to circle back to the far side of the gatekeeper’s house. In this way, I would avoid having to go near the main (vehicular) gate to the South. This was immediately adjacent to machine gun emplacement and was, presumably, still guarded. My plan, to that extent, was sound. The Western gate was indeed unguarded but the main entrance had a guard seated on a chair and was armed with a sub- machine gun. As I circled around the far side of the gatekeeper’s house, this would have proven quite daunting – except for the fact that I could hear the guard’s resonant snoring long before I could see him. The guard, at least, thought the zombie terror had passed. This gave me time to observe without fear of being observed. There was no barrier at the gate – any vehicle could simply drive through if its driver chose to. And there was a number of vehicles still parked about 75m or so inside the gates – a reasonable distance from the sleeping guard: a good thing if one felt like trying to commandeer one of them. There were three jeeps and a khaki-coloured Holden utility. Did they have their keys in the ignition or would one have to spend precious time to ‘hot-wire’ them? (Not that a boy with a good Catholic upbringing would know about such things!) That would remain to be seen. I turned my attention to the gatekeeper’s residence itself. On the veranda, stood six pairs of boots, all neatly lined up in military fashion. Did this mean there was now a total of seven soldiers in the squad (assuming the guard still had his boots on)? Well, I decided it meant that there were no less than seven – maybe not everyone thought that their boots needed air. Also, there was a hat-rack, under cover, on the veranda and, on it, hung three slouch-hats, typical of the Australian Army.
Wosa my dhe weles an golow der an fenestri, my a dhetermyas an gwella fordh rag y hwithra. My a wrussa gasa an ynkleudhva der an yet vyghan a’n howlsedhes – esa a-dal Park an Pennsevik hag, yn hwirhaval, anwithys. Ena, my a gerdhsa yn kylgh ledan rag drehedhes du arall chi an porther. Y’n fordh na, my a allsa avoydya owth omneshe dhe borth a-dhyghowbarth an ynkleudhva – mayth esa gwrys devnydh herwydh usadow gans kerri-tan. Dres henna, yth esa an porth ma ogas dhe’n ynworrans rag jynn-setha poes (a via gwithys hwath, yn sur). Y provas ow thowl bos gwiw. Yn hwir, anwithys o an yet a’n Howlsedhes mes yth esa gwithyas a’y esedh a-rag an chyf entrans, dhe’n dyghowbarth, ha ganso gonn isel-jynn. Ha my omgylghyes a-dro dhe du arall chi an porther, an presens ma a withyas ha’y wonn a allsa bos poran kudynnyasek. Byttegyns, my a ylli klywes ronkow, meur aga dhasson, an gwithyas termyn hir kyns my dhe alloes y weles. An gwithyas ma, dhe’n lyha, a brederis nag esa na fella browagh-zombi. Hag ytho yth esa termyn dhymm rag observya - heb own a’m bos observyes. Nyns esa lett vyth orth an porth ma – oll an kerri-tan a allsa yn sempel tremena mar tewisas aga lywyoron gul yndella. Hag yth esa lies karr parkyes hwath a- dro dhe 75 m a-berth y’n yetys – pellder lowr dhiworth an gwithyas ow koska. Da o henna mar mynnys assaya sesya onan anedha. Yth esa tri jip ha les-karr Holden, kaki y liw. Esa dhedha dialhwedhyow y’ga florenn-enowans – po a via res spena termyn presyous rag aga gul tredanhes fast? (Ny wodhvia mab da, gans adhyskans stroeth ha katholik, a-dro dhe’n taklow a’n par na, heb mar!) Y trigsa henna bos gwelys. My a dreylyas ow aspians dhe drigva an porther hy honan. Yth esa ow sevel, war an borthva, dew ha dew, dewdhek botasenn – oll anedha yn aray breselek. A styrya hemma bos lemmyn seyth souder, yn sommenn, y’n para? (My a dheseva an gwithyas dhe vos hwath gans y votasennow.) Wel, my a erviras y stryryas henna nag esa le ages seyth souder - parhapp ny gryssa oll anedha bos edhomm a ayr dh’aga botasennow. Ynwedh, yth esa ynwedh a-berth y’n veranda, ha gwithys ganso, rastell-hattys ha warnodho tri hatt ledan medhel, herwydh usadow an Lu Ostralek.