This was an entirely unexpected turn of events. Was he merely toying with me – like a cat with a mouse – or was he serious? I decided that, maybe, he was serious. He was, after all, both a senior military officer and a medical man. It was worth answering his question – I had nothing to lose. “I would prefer life, Sir,” I answered simply. “Well, then, my friend. Answer this question: are you and the thing over there identical twins by birth?” I nodded uncertainly and a broad grin broke across his face. What had I done?
Tro-hwarvosow anwaytyes yn tien o hemma. Esa ev yn sempel ow kwari genev – kepar dell wari kath gans logosenn – po o gwiryon y wovynn? My a erviras an govynn dhe vos, martesen, gwiryon. “Gwell yw genev bywnans, Syrr,” a worthybis yn sempel. “Wel, ow sos, ro dhymm gorthyp dhe’n govynn ma: ty ha’n dra hons, esowgh hwi genys gevellyon gehevelep?” Meur ow ansurneth, my a benndroppyas yn lent. Minhwarth ledan a dheuth a- dhistowgh dh’y fas. Pyth re wrussen vy?langbot langbot