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Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

hemm a wra

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this is going to
/ hemm a wra / / /

Need is it to go from this world.
Res yw mones a'n bys ma.

I ask you for his sake not to go further with this matter. / Ylli is subjunctive to indicate the open-endedness of the decision you are being asked to make.
Y’th pysav a’y wovis na ylli pella gans an mater ma. /

I'm very familiar with the English Wikipedia, and I'm particularly interested in things like formatting, look and feel and tone. Although this wikipedia is never going to be huge, I want what's here to look good and be a valuable resource for Cornish speakers and learners.
Aswonnys yn ta yw Wikipedia Sowsnek genev, ha'n neges taklow kepar ha formattya, ton, 'klewder', ha'n gwel puptra hedna yw didheurek dhymm. Kyn na vydh nevra an Wikipedia ma mar vras, my a vynn bos pypynag ynno a hevel spladn ha bos fenten dhe les rag Kernewegoryon (ha dyskadoryon) vysybel dre'n bys oll.

Need it is to go out of this land;
Res yw mos mes a'n wlas ma.

Now Jowan did not wish to serve any longer, but he wanted to go home to his wife. "No", said his master, "Go home, and my wife is baking this morning, and she will make a cake for you to carry home to your wife."
Lebmyn Jowan, ev na venja servya na fella, bus ev a venja mos tre tu ha'y wreg. "Na", en-medh y vester, "Gwrewgh mos chei, hag yma ow gwreg vy ow pobas myttin, ha hei a wra gwul tesen ragos dhe dhon tre dhe'th gwreg."

‘Why, this is the Stock-brook!’ said Pippin. ‘If we are going to try and get back on to our course, we must cross at once and bear right.’
‘Henn yw Gover Stokk!’ a leveris Pypyn. ‘Mar mynnyn daswul agan kors, res yw dhyn y dreusi a-dhesempis ha treyl a-dhyghow.’

32 poems by Frank Beer, celebrating Cornwall and the staff of the Royal Cornwall Hospital Treliske, who saved his wife’s life in 2002 and to whom he is eternally grateful. 50% of the profits from the sale of this book go to the hospital.
32 bardhonek gans Frank Beer, ow solempnya Kernow ha meni yn Klavji Kernow Ryal Treliske, a sawyas bywnans y wreg yn 2002, mayth yw ev synsys dhedha yn pythkwethek. 50% a’n gwayn diworth gwerthow an lyver ma a dhe’n klavji.

“Certainly, Sir,” I stammered. “But our comrade is in particularly bad shape and I ...” “Sergeant, I have seen action in Korea, during the ‘Malayan Emergency’ and in ‘Nam as well. How many broken and dismembered human beings do you think I’ve seen during that service?” The question was patronising – but he did have a point. I didn’t answer. I was running out of ideas. “Open the box, Sergeant! That is a direct order!” I commenced, slowly and with feigned difficulty, to unscrew the fastenings that held down the lid. Could I delay the process until we reached the next stop? Maybe – but probably not. The Major became impatient with my progress and started to bellow at me – just as he had at the private who had carried his luggage. David was picking up on this aggravation, of course. Firstly, he could hear the angry words being directed at me and, secondly, I’m sure he could empathetically sense my growing anxiety and fear. After several long minutes, I started unscrewing the final fastening. The Major roughly pushed me aside with a curse and completed the task himself. “This is not going to be pretty,” I thought. But what could I do? As the Major commenced to lift the lid, a grey arm clad in military fatigues shot through the gap between lid and box. David’s hand closed swiftly and securely around the Major’s windpipe – and, quietly but efficiently, crushed it. David had made his first kill in the flickering of an eyelid. I knew better than to try and intervene now – there would have been no purpose. The Major’s limp body slumped to the floor of the carriage and David freed himself from the coffin. David fell upon his prey and feasted. Soon, the floor of the carriage was swimming in blood. David’s busily gnawing face was buried deeply on the flesh of his victim, as seemed to be customary among zombies. So much for getting him cleaned up. So much for fresh clothing. Was this a good time simply to cut my brother adrift? Yes, probably, on any rational consideration of the circumstances.
“Yn sur, Syrr,” a leveris yn greg. “Byttegyns, agan kothman yw yn furv drog dres eghenn ha my ....” “A Serjont, my re welas batelyow yn Korea, dres ‘Goredhomm Malayek’ hag yn ‘Nam ynwedh. Pygemmys tus, terrys ha diskevelysys, a brederydh my dhe weles dres an termynyow na?” Y woynnn o yn kler dhiworth ughel orth isel – mes yth esa poynt da dhodhdo. Ny worthybis mann. Nyns esa tybyansow na fella dhymm lemmyn. “Igor an boks, a Serjont! Henn yw arghadow ewn!” My a dhallathas, yn lent ha gans kaletter fayntys, androgentra an kevrennow a synsi an gorher. A yllyn vy delatya an igeryans bys pan dhrehedsyn an nessa gorsav? Martesen ya – mes, dell heveli, na. Uskis, an Ughkapten a gollas y berthyans gans ow avonsyans ha dalleth arma orthymm – kepar dell armsa orth an souder re dhegsa y fardellow. Yth esa Davydh ow tegemmeres blas an trobel ma. Y’n kynsa le, ev a ylli klywes an geryow serrys ha, y’n nessa le, ev a ylli omglywes ow fienas ha’m own ow tevi – der ow holm broderel. Wosa nebes mynysennow hir, my a dhallathas androgentra an diwettha kevrenn. An Ughkapten a’m herdhyas a-denewen yn harow, molleth war y lev, rag gorfenna an oberenn. “Ny vydh hemma teg,” a brederis vy. Byttegyns, pyth a yllyn gul? Hag an Ughkapten dallethys drehevel an gorher, bregh loes, gwiskys yn uniform breselyek, a dennas der an aswa yntra’n gorher ha’n boks. A- dhistowgh, leuv Davydh a settyas dalghenn war vryansenn an Ughkapten – hag, meur y frether mes yn kosel, ev a’n kropyas. Davydh re wrussa y gynsa ladh yn flykkrans kroghen-lagas. Gwell o na wrav assaya mellya y’n mater lemmyn – ny via porpos da vyth. Korf an Ughkapten a goedhas dhe leur an koch ha Davydh omrydhhes dhiworth an eler. Davydh a goedhas kekeffrys war y breyth ha gul gwledh anodho. Yn skon, yth esa gorherys an leur gans goes. Yth esa fas Davydh ow knias, bysi ha down, war gig an vyktym. (Henn o herwydh usadow an zombis, dell hevel.) Dillas fresk? Tronkys? Henn re via tybyans da, a ny via? Termyn da rag gasa ow broder dhe’n mor? Ya, yn hwirhaval – wosa konsydrans herwydh reson oll an kyrghynnyow.

‘And you can say what you like, about what you know no more of than you do of boating, Mr. Sandyman,’ retorted the Gaffer, disliking the miller even more than usual. If that’s being queer, then we could do with a bit more queerness in these parts. There’s some not far away that wouldn’t offer a pint of beer to a friend, if they lived in a hole with golden walls. But they do things proper at Bag End. Our Sam says that everyone’s going to be invited to the party, and there’s going to be presents, mark you, presents for all - this very month as is.’
‘Ha ty a yll leverel pynag yw da genes jy ‘dro dhe draow ma na gonvedhydh kemmys ha skathow, Mester Sandiman,’ a worthybis an Gafer, an meliner o gweth ganso es dell o usys. Mars yw henna fara koynt, res yw dhyn moy a goyntedh ‘dro dhe omma. Yma nebes dus ma na brofsens dhe goweth pinta korev, mar trikka ev yn toll gans fosow a owr. Mes i a wra traow yn fas dhe Bag End. Sam a lever pubonan dhe vos gelwys dhe’n kevywi, hag y fydh rohow, rohow rag oll – an mis ma yn hwir.

‘I am not certain, so I will say no more. I may be able to tell you something when I come back. I am going off at once: so this is good-bye for the present.’ He got up.
‘Nyns ov vy sur, rakhenna ny vynnav vy leverel moy. Y hylliv leverel moy orthis pan dhehwelav. My a vynn mos a-dhistowgh ha leverel duw genes rag an termyn.’ Ev a sevis.

57 Those who had arrested Jesus took him to Caiaphas the high priest, where the teachers of the law and the elders had assembled. 58 But Peter followed him at a distance, right up to the courtyard of the high priest. He entered and sat down with the guards to see the outcome. 59 The chief priests and the whole Sanhedrin were looking for false evidence against Jesus so that they could put him to death. 60 But they did not find any, though many false witnesses came forward. Finally two came forward 61 and declared, “This fellow said, ‘I am able to destroy the temple of God and rebuild it in three days.’” 62 Then the high priest stood up and said to Jesus, “Are you not going to answer? What is this testimony that these men are bringing against you?” 63 But Jesus remained silent. The high priest said to him, “I charge you under oath by the living God: Tell us if you are the Messiah, the Son of God.”
57An re a dhalghennas Yesu a'n dug dhe Kayfas an arghoferyas yn tyller may feu kuntellys war-barth an skribys ha'n henavogyon. 58Ha Peder a'n siwyas a-bell bys yn klos an arghoferyas ha wosa ev dhe vones a-bervedh ynno, ev a esedhas gans an withysi rag gweles an dhiwedhva. 59Ha'n bennoferysi hag oll an Sanhedrin a hwila fals dhustuni erbynn Yesu rag y worra dhe'n mernans, 60mes ny'n kavsons, kyn teuth yn-rag lies fals dhustunier. Wor'tiwedh y teuth dew dhen 61neb a leveris, ‘An den ma a leveris, “My a yll distrui tempel Duw ha'y dhastrehevel kyns penn trydydh.” ’ 62Ena an arghoferyas a sevis yn-bann ha leverel dhodho, ‘A ny worthybydh? Pyth yw an dustuni a dheg an re ma er dha bynn?’ 63Mes Yesu a dewis. Hag yn-medh an arghoferyas dhodho, ‘My a wra dha gonjorya re'n Duw bew dhe leverel dhyn mars osta an Krist, Mab Duw.’

Still, this may go for [...?...]; for I never saw any old British writing; the letters on the gravestone which is in Buryan church, we do not know what to make of them, and another stone in Madron, in Bosullow Downs, called the Written Stone, to this day bearing we dont know what letters either;
Hwath hemma a ell mos rag [...???...]; rag na wrugav vy byskath gweles skrif Bretennek coth vyth; an letherow war an men bedh eus yn eglos Buryan, na woryn pandra dhe wul anodho, ha men aral en Madern, en Gonyow Boslo, henwys an Men Skrifa, dhe'n jorna ma ow tegi na woryn pana letherow naneyl;

If you were very ill, the hospital helicopter would take you to the hospital and this would be a thousand times better than going there by road. / "‘Take’ in this sense of ‘transport’ is gorra. Mil + gwell = ‘a thousand times better."
Mar pes fest klav, tro askel an klavji a’th worrsa dhe’n klavji ha hemma a via milwell es mones di der an fordh. /

You and I in a little toy shop Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got Set them free at the break of dawn 'Til one by one they were gone Back at base bugs in the software Flash the message "something's out there!" Floating in the summer sky Ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine red balloons Floating in the summer sky Panic bells, it's red alert There's something here from somewhere else The war machine springs to life Opens up one eager eye Focusing it on the sky Where ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine decision street Ninety-nine ministers meet To worry, worry, super scurry Call the troops out in a hurry This is what we've waited for This is it, boys, this is war The president is on the line As ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine knights of the air Ride super high-tech jet fighters Everyone's a super hero Everyone's a captain Kirk With orders to identify To clarify and classify Scramble in the summer sky Ninety-nine red balloons go by As ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine dreams I have had In every one a red balloon It's all over and I'm standing pretty In this dust that was a city If I could find a souvenir Just to prove the world was here And here is a red balloon I think of you, and let it go
Ty ha my yn gwerthji gwariell A bren sagh pelyow-ayr gans arghans eus genen Ha'ga settya rydh prys bora Bys dhe bubonan gyllys. Yn selva buggs y’n medhelweyth 'Tiskwa messach "neppyth ena" Yn ebron Hav 'nija di Naw-deg, naw pel-ayr rudh a di Naw-deg naw pel-ayr rudh Ow nija yn ebron Hav Klegh eutha, gwarnyans kogh 'Ma omma neb tra a gen le. An jynn kas a dheu dhe vew A yger unn lagas ter War nev ow fogella di Naw-deg, naw pel-ayr rudh a di Naw-deg, naw Stret Ervira Naw-deg naw menyster a Rag serri, omserri, fysk yn ta Gelow festyn dhe bub mayni Hemm yw an pyth a hwansas Hemma yw, mab, yth yw kas 'Ma’n President war an linen A Naw-deg naw pel-ayr rudh a di Naw-deg, naw marghek a’n ayr Ow mos yn jetts bresel, ugh-tek, Pub onan yw gorgolonnek Pub onan yw Kapten Kirk Gans komondys rag aswon e Dhe glerhe ynwedh glass’he Yn ebron Hav ow fyski Naw-deg naw pel-ayr rudh a di Ha naw-deg naw pel-ayr rudh a di Naw-deg, naw hunros o dhymm Yn pubonan 'ma pel-ayr rudh Oll gorfennys yw hag yth ov tekka Yn doust ma esa yn sita Mar kallav vy kavos kovro Saw previ bos bys omma Hag ottomma pel-ayr rudh Y tyb 'dro dhis hag y asa

1Every high priest is selected from among the people and is appointed to represent the people in matters related to God, to offer gifts and sacrifices for sins. 2He is able to deal gently with those who are ignorant and are going astray, since he himself is subject to weakness. 3This is why he has to offer sacrifices for his own sins, as well as for the sins of the people. 4And no one takes this honor on himself, but he receives it when called by God, just as Aaron was.
1Rag pub arghoferyas dewisys yn mysk tus yw ordenys dhe weythres a-barth tus yn servis Duw, dhe brofya rohow ha sakrifisow rag peghosow. 2Ev a yll dyghtya yn hwar an re yw heb godhvos ha kellys yn aga fordh, drefenn y vos y honan settys a-dro gans gwannder. 3Ha rakhemma, y tegoedh dhodho offrynna sakrifis rag peghosow ragdho ev y honan keffrys ha'n bobel. 4Ha ny omgemmer denvyth an enor ragdho y honan, marnas ev a veu gelwys gans Duw, par dell veu Aron.

23“I have the right to do anything,” you say—but not everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything”—but not everything is constructive. 24No one should seek their own good, but the good of others. 25Eat anything sold in the meat market without raising questions of conscience, 26for, “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it.” 27If an unbeliever invites you to a meal and you want to go, eat whatever is put before you without raising questions of conscience. 28But if someone says to you, “This has been offered in sacrifice,” then do not eat it, both for the sake of the one who told you and for the sake of conscience. 29I am referring to the other person’s conscience, not yours. For why is my freedom being judged by another’s conscience? 30If I take part in the meal with thankfulness, why am I denounced because of something I thank God for?
23‘Lafyl yw pup-tra’, mes nyns yw pup-tra dhe les; ‘lafyl yw pup-tra’, mes ny wra pup-tra drehevel. 24Na hwiles denvyth y dhader y honan, mes dader den arall. 25Dybrewgh pypynag yw gwerthys y'n varghas-kig heb hwithra travyth drefenn kowses; 26rag ‘dhe'n Arloedh yw an nor, ha pup-tra eus ynno.’ 27Onan a'n dhiskryjygyon mara'gas gelow dhe gevewi, ha mar mynnowgh mos, dybrewgh pup-tra yw settys a-ragowgh heb hwithra travyth drefenn kowses. 28Mes mar lever nebonan dhywgh, ‘Hemma re beu offrynnys yn sakrifis’, na'n dybrewgh, ow kul vri orth neb a leveris dhywgh hag drefenn kowses, 29y gowses ev, a-der agas kowses hwi. Prag y koedh ow rydhses vy bos breusys gans kowses den arall? 30Mar kemmerav dre ras, prag yth ov vy kablys rag an pyth a wrassav.

The number of people who speak languages is constantly changing, sometimes increasing, sometimes becoming less, and Cornish is no different. The history of the language has varied a good deal as it has lost and gained new speakers. Unfortunately this article cannot go into details about the social history of the language, since it is merely an introduction to the question of the (supposed) death of Cornish. Whether or not you believe that the language died, the main thing to remember is that Cornish is alive today. It is spoken by hundreds (if not thousands) of people and every year the number it is spoken by increases. There are even speakers who have learnt it at home. And that, if you ask me, is a living language!
Niverow a gowsoryon yethow a janj dre'n tremyn oll, treweythyow y kressons, treweythyow yth iselhons, ha nyns yw an Kernowek dyffrans. Istori an yeth ma re varyas meur ha hi ow kelli ha kavos kowsoryon nowyth. Yn anfeusik nyns a'n erthygel ma dhe vanylyon yn-kever istori kowethasek an yeth awos nag usi saw komendyans dhe'n govyn a vernans (sopposyes) an Kernowek. Mar krysowgh y merwis an yeth po na, an dra bosek dhe bethi kov anodho yw bos an Kernowek bew y'n jydh hedhyw. Hi a gowsir gans kansow (mar na milyow) a dus ha pob bledhen yma'n niverow a's kows ow kressya. Yma hogen kowsoryon a's dyskas y'n chi. Ha honna yw yeth bew mar kovynnowgh dhymm!

8 And there were shepherds in that region abiding in the fields, keeping watch by night to take care of their flock. 9 And behold an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they had great fear. 10 And the angel said to them, °Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11 for you is born today in the city of David a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And . this will be a sign to you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.' 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, 14 'Glory in the highest to God, and on earth peace to people of goodwill.' 15 Then, after the angels departed from them into heaven, the shepherds were saying to one another, 'Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing which is come to pass which the Lord showed us' 16 And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. 17 And when they saw him, they told the thing that was said to them concerning this child. 18 And all who heard it wondered at the things told to them by the shepherds.
8 Hag yth esa bugeledh y'n pow na, trigys y'n gonyow, ow kolyas dre nos dhe witha aga flock, 9 Hag otta, el an Arlodh a sevis a-dheragdha, ha golewder an Arlodh a splannas a-dro dhedha, hag own bras a's teva. 10 Ha'n el a leveris dhedha, 'Na berthewgh own, rag otta, my a dhre dhywgh nowodhow da a lowena veur hag a vydh rag oll an bobel, 11 bos genys ragowgh hedhyw yn cita Davydh Selwyas, neb yw Krist an Arlodh. 12 Ha hemm yw an tokyn dhywgh: hwi a gyv babi maylys yn lystennow hag a'y wrowedh yn presep.' 13 Ha distowgh yth esa gans an el routh veur a'n lu nevek ow kormel Duw, hag ow leverel, 14 'Gordhyans y'n ughelder dhe Dhuw, hag y'n bys kres dhe dus a volonjedh da.' 15 Ena, wosa an eledh dhe dhiberth dhyworta bys yn nev, yth esa an vugeledh ow leverel an eyl dh'y gila, 'Deun ni lemmyn dhe Bethlehem ha gweles an dra ma yw hwarvedhys, a wrug an Arlodh y dhiskwedhes dhyn' 16 Hag i a dheuth yn unn fyski ha kayos Maria ha Yosep, ha'n babi a'y wrowedh y'n presep. 17 Ha pan y'n gwelsons, i a dherivas an dra a veu leverys dhedha a-dro dhe'n flogh ma. 18 Ha myns a'n klewas a's teva marth a'n taklow derivys dhedha gans an vugeledh.

mean v. menya; styrya; sygnyfia; phr. I m. thera vy ow menya JT; he ms. ema ev ow menya TH; those are to m. an re-na ew dhe venya TH; that is to m. henn ew dhe venya TH; this is to m. hemma ew the styrya TH; what do you m? pandra ero whei ow menya ?; pandra venjo whei lavaral ?; I do not understand what that ms. na worama convedhes pandr'üjy hedna ow styrya; that ms. you do not want to go der hedna na vedno whei mos RG; he did not m. what he said (his heart was not agreeing with what he said) na accordia y golon gens y lavar; I know what you m. my a wor an peth esta ow menya
mean v. menya; styrya; sygnyfia; phr. I m. thera vy ow menya JT; he ms. ema ev ow menya TH; those are to m. an re-na ew dhe venya TH; that is to m. henn ew dhe venya TH; this is to m. hemma ew the styrya TH; what do you m? pandra ero whei ow menya ?; pandra venjo whei lavaral ?; I do not understand what that ms. na worama convedhes pandr'üjy hedna ow styrya; that ms. you do not want to go der hedna na vedno whei mos RG; he did not m. what he said (his heart was not agreeing with what he said) na accordia y golon gens y lavar; I know what you m. my a wor an peth esta ow menya

Sailors bless you, if you are going to Cornwall If you would like to go to sea, when tomorrow comes Two flags, black and white, black and white flying Now we’ve crossed the channel And our ship is by the quay, and properly moored Two flags, black and white, black and white flying Brittany to this land, I might have come across the sea To Cornwall, strange land, I’ve come Two flags, black and white, black and white flying There is here in Camborne, a bit west of Carn Brea A good man doing miracles, to save people in this world Two flags, black and white, black and white flying Sailors bless you, if you’re going to Brittany If you would like to cross the sea, when the morning comes Two flags, black and white, black and white flying
Marners dursona dhywgh, mars ewgh dhe Gernow Mar mynnowgh mos dhe mor, pan dheu a-vorow Dew vaner gwynn ha du, gwynn ha du ow neyja Lemmyn an ganel yw, genen ni tremenys Ha’gan gorhel ryb an kay, pur wir yw kelmys Dew vaner gwynn ha du, gwynn ha du ow neyja Breten Vyghan dhe’n pow ma, dres an mor re dheffa Dhe Gernow, pow estren, devedhys ov vy omma Dew vaner gwynn ha du, gwynn ha du ow neyja Yma omma in Kammbronn, nebes west a Garn Bre Den mas ow kul merklys da, sawya tus yn bys ma Dew vaner gwynn ha du, gwynn ha du ow neyja Marners dursona dhywgh, mars ewgh dhe Vreten Mar mynnowgh mos dhe mor, pan dheu an myttin Dew vaner gwynn ha du, gwynn ha du ow neyja

The next morning they were busy packing another cart with the remainder of the luggage. Merry took charge of this, and drove off with Fatty (that is Fredegar Bolger). ‘Someone must get there and warm the house before you arrive,’ said Merry. ‘Well, see you later - the day after tomorrow, if you don’t go to sleep on the way!’
Dhe’n nessa dydh, i a gargas kert arall gans an fardellow o gesys. Meri a ordenas henna ha lywya dhe-ves gans Fatti (Fredegar Bolger). ‘Res yw dhe nebonan dos a-ragowgh rag toemmhe an chi,’ yn-medh Meri. ‘Wel, agas gweles diwettha - trenja, mar ny goskkowgh yn-fordh!’

Gildor was silent for a moment. ‘I do not like this news,’ he said at last. ‘That Gandalf should be late, does not bode well. But it is said: Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. The choice is yours: to go or wait.’
Gyldor o taw pols hir. ‘Nyns yw an nowodhow ma da genev,’ ev a leveris wostiwedh. ‘Nyns yw koel dha bos Gandalf diwedhes. Mes, dell leverir: Na vell orth negys pystroryon, drefenn aga bos kompleth hag i wra serri yn skon. An dewis yw dhisso: po mos po gortos.’

David leaves – and comes back Jude came back to try and talk me around – about an hour later. David’s breathing had become extremely laboured. He was still fighting but, but like all the other guys bitten before him, was definitely losing the battle – just as we had all expected. Jude put her hand on my shoulder and said as gently as possible, in the circumstances: “It’s time, Pete. You can do no more. Leave him with us and we’ll attend to him.” Jude was OK, someone my Dad would have called ‘a good sort’ but, despite this, I turned to her and blind fury suddenly welled up in me: “I said he’s not going anywhere! Don’t you understand? My brother is not going to join the zombies outside.” She withdrew her hand slowly and flicked an almost imperceptible glance sideways. I felt my head explode briefly and then everything went black. This, apparently, was ‘Plan B’, the plan to use if I didn’t change my mind about casting David outside of the library and into the hands of the zombies. I awoke with a sickening pain in my head. Jude was beside me once again but I had been trussed up. I was lying on a cold, hard floor and couldn’t move. I looked at her. I’m not sure if she completely felt my hatred for her at what had happened. It’s just that she was the one who was there – she was thus the object of that hatred. She bowed her head and muttered: “It’s done, Pete. David died and we’ve put him outside. You can’t do anything more for him.” Bullshit! David and I were not just brothers. We were identical twins. His joy had always been my joy. His pain had always been my pain. And so it must always be.
Y has Davydh – ha dehweles. Jude a dhasdheuth rag ow ferswadya – wosa a-dro dh’unn our. Y fia ha bos anellans Davydh kales dres eghenn. Ev a wre hwath batel erbynn an kleves mes, kepar ha’n bolatys vrethys kyns, yth esa orth hy helli, yn sur, dell waytsen ni oll. Jude a worras hy leuv war ow skoedh ha leverel hwekka galla: “Termyn ywa, ‘Beder. Ny yllydh gul travyth moy. Gas e dhyn ni. Ni a yll attendya orto ev.” Hegar o Jude. Ow thas a allsa hy helwel “sort dha” mes, yn despit dhe henna, my a omdreylyas rag mires orti hag, a-dhistowgh, y tardhas dhiworthiv konnar dhall: “My re leveris seulabrys nag usi ev ow mos le vyth! A ny gonvedhyth? Ny omjun ow broder gans an zombis yn-mes.” Hi a dhasgemmeras hy leuv yn lent ha flykkya, anwelys yn ogas, gowolok a- denewen. Ena, yth heveli ow fenn dhe dardha – ha’n bys o du. Yn apert, ‘Towl B’ o hemma, an dowl bos devnydhyes mar ny dhaspredersen a- dro dhe dewlel Davydh yn-mes, yntra diwla an zombis. My a dhifunas gans dolor ow kwana dhe’m penn. Unnweyth arta, yth esa Jude a’y esedh rybov mes y fien kelmys gans kordenn. Yth esen a’m gorwedh war leur yeyn ha kales. Ny yllyn gwaya. My a viras orti. Nyns ov sur mars omglywo hi yn tien ow has rygdhi drefenn pyth re hwarsa. Yth o hyhi esa ena – ytho, yth o hyhi o amkan an kas na. Hi a dheklinyas hy fenn ha hanasa: “Gwrys yw, ‘Beder. Y ferwis Davydh ha ni re’n gorras yn-mes. Ny yllydh gul travyth moy ragdho ev.” Ass o bern kawgh! Nyns en breder hepken, Davydh ha my. Gevellyon gehevelep en ni. Y joy ev re via pup-prys ow joy vy. Y dholor ev re via pup- prys ow dolor vy. Hag yndellna a via res dhyn ni pup-prys. 19

Why did Paul buy the beer? Because I was without money. Why did they come then? Because they wanted to see us. Why did the fellow forecast fine weather and it's raining? Because he was silly, certainly. Why do you finish your work at four o'clock every Friday? Because we want to go home earlier. Why do you think so? Because there is no other way to think. Why are you not supporting your friend? Because I am not so unwise (as) to do that this time. Why does he cut those branches? Because he burns them on the bonfire. Why doesn't Dick put his pasty in the oven? Because he eats it cold.
Prag y prenas Pol an korev? Drefenn ow bos heb arghans. Prag y teuthons i ena? Drefenn bos hwans dhedha a'gan gweles. Prag y targanas an gwas kewer deg hag yma hi ow kul glaw? Drefenn ev dhe vos gokki, sur. Prag y hworfennowgh agas ober dhe beder eur pub Dy' Gwener? Drefenn bos hwans dhyn a vones tre moy a-varr. Prag y tybydh yndella? Drefenn nag eus ken fordh dhe dybi. Prag nag esosta ow skoedhya dha goweth? Drefenn nag ov mar anfur dhe wul henna y'n prys ma. Prag y tregh ev an skorrennow na? Drefenn ev dh'aga leski war an tansys. Prag na worr Hykka y basti y'n forn? Drefenn ev dh'y dhybri yeyn.