I turned to her, shook my head and yelled: “Close the fuckin’ door. You’re letting the flies in!” Unseen hands swiftly closed the doors. I had intended to explain about Paul and Charles – bitten but recovered, apparently – but there was simply no time. They would have to make their own explanations. Well, at least everyone in the Baillieu would now eat for the first time in many days. That thought gave me some pleasure. However, David had other thoughts. Mission accomplished, he was heading back to the charnel house, the basement of the Union building. He had already left the scene of our humanitarian triumph and was trudging Northwards to his now favourite place. I had no choice but to follow – unless I wished to stay and be devoured by his mates whilst unaccompanied. Union House it was, then!
My a omdreylyas dhedhi ha shakya ow fenn. My a grias: “Gwra degys an daras euthyk. Ty a wra gasa an kelyon a-ji!” Uskis, dornow anweladow a degeas an darasow. My a vynnsa displegya materow a-dro dhe Bowl ha Charles – brethys mes omwellhes, yn apert – mes nyns esa yn sempel termyn vyth rag henna. Res via dhedha gul aga displegyansow aga honan. Wel, dhe’n lyha, pub huni y’n Baillieu a dhyb’sa lemmyn – an kynsa gweyth wosa lies dydh. An tybyans na a ros dhymm nebes plesour. Byttegyns, yth esa tybyansow erell dhe Dhavydh. Y gannaseth gwrys, yth esa ow kerdhes heb lett wor’tu ha’n chi mernans, selder an drehevyans Kesunyans. Ev re assa seulabrys le agan gormola dengerensek ha travalya dhe’n gledhbarth, troha’n le y moyha faverys. Nyns esa dhymm dewis vyth a-der y sywya – marnas y fynnen triga rag bos dybrys yn tien gans y sos ha my angeveylyes. Ytho, dhe’n Chi Kesunyans!langbot langbot