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to have a cold
Pyth yw?langbot langbot
(m); II adj, yeyn; bitterly cold, adj, or; to catch cold, vb phr, anwosi; I have a cold, phr, yma anwos dhymm; ma anwos dhybm (RLC).
Yma Tom ow kerdhes y gi.langbot langbot
“No, Sir. Of course not, Sir.” Why was this bastard so interested in me and the coffin? How long before the next scheduled stop when, presumably, he’d get out of the baggage car? He contemplated my words further. “You say he’s one of ours. Was he killed in the recent action?” I remembered that the official line was that there had been no casualties. “I’m not at liberty to say, Sir,” I replied, a slight quaver creeping into my voice. “...because,” he continued, “there were no casualties on our side, Sergeant. Isn’t that so?” “I understand that to be the official position, Sir,” I said, with a degree of uncertainty. Uncertainty – the enemy of convincing falsehood! “So, this soldier must have died of a head cold, Sergeant?” “That would have to be correct, Sir – since no-one was killed in the recent action.” The Major smiled benignly. My plainly duplicitous answer seemed to please him. Perhaps he would leave me alone now? How long to the next stop? “That’s an extremely fancy coffin for a soldier. How is that, Sergeant?” “I am led to believe it was the only coffin readily available at short notice, Sir,” I replied. A truthful answer! But not one that the Major liked. He held out his hand towards me: “Show me your orders, Sergeant!” I reached into my inside pocket and pulled out the envelope that I had stolen along with the uniforms. I handed it to the Major and kept my eyes to the front, still standing to attention.
Nyns yw es kewsel Sowsnek.langbot langbot
How bad that is! The garden gate, the house door and the windows are orange in colour. Everyone played in the street then. They did not play in the garden. You all have a cold, I hear. Big houses and rich people live in them. Ask him to wait outside. The little cat played under the bed. When the full moon shines on the shore across the calm sea, how beautiful it is! Watch the television! In that way you can learn much. Talan was born on Thursday the twentysecond of October, nineteen hundred and seventeen. He was seventy-seven years old in nineteen hundred and ninety-five. He is still fit.
Da yw genev sport.langbot langbot
In the distance, I could hear dogs barking. This did not overly trouble me because these dogs would have been just the normal guard dogs at the base. There had not been time to get any bloodhounds up from Melbourne yet. So, unless David or I were stupid enough to make ourselves highly scent-visible, the guard dogs would not find our hide-out before we had moved on. Even so, I knew that I now needed to stay put. Wandering about in the bush at night was likely to attract the attention of any sort of dog. David would just have to fend for himself. I spent an anxious night lying awake on the cold, earthen floor, deep within the tunnel complex, waiting and wondering – just like parents do when their teenagers start going out at night without them. (Though David was hardly a typical teenager.) Morning came – still no David in sight. “Where have you gotten to, ya little flesh-eating bastard?” I said aloud. I waited till mid-day once again before I could no longer stand the anxiety and suspense. I crept towards the mouth of the tunnel and, after listening for a time, ventured a peek out of the entrance. Nothing. There was no sign that the searchers had passed by. That was a relief, of sorts. I waited a further time – an hour or two maybe – and listened. It was a very still, summer’s day. Not even the familiar sound of eucalypt leaves rustling in the breeze. In the bush, in those conditions, any loud sound will carry for miles. If there had been any trucks rumbling along the Scrub Hill road, I would have heard them. If there had been any dogs still searching, I would have heard their barking. There were none. So, what did this mean? Perhaps the search had moved on elsewhere. Perhaps it had been suspended until proper tracker dogs had arrived from Melbourne. Or, more likely, there were now troops stationed in bush ‘hides’, just watching and waiting until I emerged somewhere in the area. They probably had orders to shoot on sight because, after all, this was being treated as a wartime operation. I couldn’t take the risk of emerging just yet. That would have made no sense. I was comparatively safe where I was – for the moment. David would have to fend for himself (unless, as I worried, he had already been picked off by some sniper hiding in the bush – though I had heard no gunfire at all.)
Ty a bonyas arta omma.langbot langbot
Now that was a tricky question. I guessed from the broadcasts I’d heard that the official line was “no casualties” but here I was with a recently deceased soldier’s corpse. I leaned, very obviously, on the coffin and said: “Well, Private. Tell me what you’ve been told.” “We were told by our commanding officer that there were no casualties at all – but hat’s not what some of the blokes who were actually at the battle have told us.” I smiled ironically and patted the coffin tenderly: “We can’t go about believing rumours, can we? Our brave comrade must have died of a bad head cold, mustn’t he?” “Come on, Sarge,” the soldier persisted. “You can tell us what happened.” Still smiling, I said: “Sorry, Private. Security.” Then another piped up: “Okay. Let’s assume this guy was not killed by zombies – because that didn’t happen to any soldier – but, if it had, wouldn’t that mean he becomes a zombie as well? From just the bites, I mean?” I grimaced. “Private, I’ve seen what’s inside this coffin. You’d need an awful lot of ‘Tarzan’s Grip’ to stick all the bits back together. Only then might you get yourself a zombie.” A uniform look of revulsion covered the faces of all those present – and the questioning ceased. Reverently, the soldiers helped me get the coffin off the tray of the ute and onto a railway trolley. They stood by silently, waiting to assist in loading the box onto the train when it arrived. Good blokes, those men. The train arrived in a few minutes and, without fuss, both David and I were loaded into the baggage compartment. Citing various regulations, the train guard tried to persuade me to leave the coffin and travel up front, with the other passengers.
Yw res dhymm mos?langbot langbot
REVELATION 3 To the Church in Sardis 1 “To the angel of the church in Sardis write: These are the words of him who holds the seven spirits of God and the seven stars. I know your deeds; you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead. 2Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have found your deeds unfinished in the sight of my God. 3Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; hold it fast, and repent. But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you. 4 Yet you have a few people in Sardis who have not soiled their clothes. They will walk with me, dressed in white, for they are worthy. 5The one who is victorious will, like them, be dressed in white. I will never blot out the name of that person from the book of life, but will acknowledge that name before my Father and his angels. 6Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the Church in Philadelphia 7 “To the angel of the church in Philadelphia write: These are the words of him who is holy and true, who holds the key of David. What he opens no one can shut, and what he shuts no one can open. 8I know your deeds. See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name. 9I will make those who are of the synagogue of Satan, who claim to be Jews though they are not, but are liars—I will make them come and fall down at your feet and acknowledge that I have loved you. 10Since you have kept my command to endure patiently, I will also keep you from the hour of trial that is going to come on the whole world to test the inhabitants of the earth. 11 I am coming soon. Hold on to what you have, so that no one will take your crown. 12The one who is victorious I will make a pillar in the temple of my God. Never again will they leave it. I will write on them the name of my God and the name of the city of my God, the new Jerusalem, which is coming down out of heaven from my God; and I will also write on them my new name. 13Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the Church in Laodicea 14 “To the angel of the church in Laodicea write: These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God’s creation. 15I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! 16So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth. 17You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. 18I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see. 19 Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent. 20Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. 21 To the one who is victorious, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I was victorious and sat down with my Father on his throne. 22Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches.”
Homm yw pluven.langbot langbot
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