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above2 (prep.) (basic) (bas.) over dres; a- ugh dhe; superior to a-well dhe; too difficult for; beyond yn-mes a dhrehedh
above2 (prep.) (basic) (bas.) over dres; a- ugh dhe; superior to a-well dhe; too difficult for; beyond yn-mes a dhrehedh

too adv. as well ewedh /ə'weːð/; magata; See 'both'; bef. adj. re, t. big re vrâs; t. hot re dobm; t. old re goth; t. young re yonk; t. much re;
too adv. as well ewedh /ə'weːð/; magata; See 'both'; bef. adj. re, t. big re vrâs; t. hot re dobm; t. old re goth; t. young re yonk; t. much re;

So it went on, until his forties were running out, and his fiftieth birthday was drawing near: fifty was a number that he felt was somehow significant (or ominous); it was at any rate at that age that adventure had suddenly befallen Bilbo. Frodo began to feel restless, and the old paths seemed too well-trodden. He looked at maps, and wondered what lay beyond their edges: maps made in the Shire showed mostly white spaces beyond its borders. He took to wandering further afield and more often by himself; and Merry and his other friends watched him anxiously. Often he was seen walking and talking with the strange wayfarers that began at this time to appear in the Shire.
Yndella yth o, bys yn diwettha blydhynyow a'y beswara degblydhen, ha'y hanterkansves pennbloedh a nesha: Frodo a omglywo hanterkans dhe vos niver poesek; henn o an oes may dhallathas Bylbo y anethow. Frodo a dhallathas omglywes dibowes, an hynsow koth o usys re yn ta. Ev a viri orth mappow, hag a omwovynna a-dro dhe'n pyth esa dres aga emlow: mappow gwrys y'n Shayr a dhiskwedhas spas gwynn dres y emlow dell vydh usys. Ev a wandra pella a'y dre, ha'y honan lieskwettha; Meri ha'y gowetha arall a viri orto yn prederus. Lieskweyth ev a veu gwelys ow kerdhes hag ow keskewsel gans tremenysi koynt a dhallathas omdhiskwedhes yn Shayr dhe'n termyn na.

1 at the same time; 2 a maga-ta as well; b ynwedh also, too; 3 a war-barth together, jointly; b kekeffryz likewise; 4 dres hemma; dres henna moreover
keffryz [azverb / gorer]

1 at the same time; 2 a maga ta as well; b ynwedh also, too; 3 a war barth together, jointly; b kekeffrys likewise; 4 dres hemma; dres henna moreover
keffrys (asverb)

(azv.) (sel.) 1 at the same time; 2 a maga-ta as well; b ynwedh also, too; 3 a war-barth together, jointly; b kekeffryz likewise; 4 dres hemma; dres henna moreover
keffryz

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?—now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man’s heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
Hag a ny wrug vy derivas dhywgh kyns, nyns yw an pyth a dybowgh bos muskotter marnas gorlewder a’n sensys? Lemmyn, dell lavarav, y teuth dhe’m diwskovarn son isel, undon ha skav, kepar dell wra euryor pan yw maylyes yn koton. My a aswonis yn ta an son na, maga ta. Y feu kolon an den koth, ow polsa. Ev a gressyas ow honnar, kepar dell yw kressys kolonekter soudoryon gans tabour gweskys.

“If one in six zombies will recover,” she said, now somewhat incredulous, “and is therefore now being killed unnecessarily by our forces, then that’s ...” “...a major war crime,” I completed her thought. “Yes, I think that was what I said the other day to anyone who cared to listen – before Dr Mengele had me silenced. Am I right?” Ingrid ignored my question – and the reference to ‘Dr Mengele’, her superior officer . “But this is simply appalling,” she continued. “If it’s true what you say, we are bombing, shooting and burning thousands of kids who would otherwise recover. Why didn’t you say anything about this at that first lecture, when you had the chance?” I raised my eyebrows at her in mild surprise. She had obviously stopped listening to me - both now and back then. I let it pass. “Cast your mind back to that lecture, doctor. Firstly, you may recall that I was rather rudely interrupted before I was able to finish my comments to the assembled troops ...” Ingrid cast her mind back – and nodded a sheepish concession to me. “ ... and, secondly, what exactly do you think our ‘military planners’ would do differently if they thought the ones who might survive were probably ‘just a bunch of poofters’ - or ‘faggots’, as the doughboys would call them. Ingrid nodded again – slowly this time. She understood what I was saying only too well. The armed forces of the 1970’s did not tolerate gays within their ranks – and the generals would have little care if some gays were ‘wasted’ as ‘collateral damage’. Official tolerance of gay personnel would have to wait until the 21st century. Maybe Ingrid herself was gay – I didn’t ask and was not told. (How ironic – in view of the US military policy which was to come, much later.) In any event, she fell silent for a time and we continued to sit opposite each other at that small wooden table in a stuffy interview room.
“Mars omwellha onan yntra hwegh an zombis,” yn-medh hi, nebes ankryjyk lemmyn, “hag ytho yma an rann na ow bos ledhys gans agan lu, henn yw ...” “...drog-ober breselyek meur.” My a worfennas hy thybyans. “Ya, henn o pyth esen ow leverel an jydh arall, dell grysav – dhe’n dus gans bern lowr a woslowes orthymm – kyns beuv gwrys tawesek gans Doktour Mengele. Ov vy ewn?” Ingrid a skonyas aswonn ow govynn – ha’m kampoellans a ‘Dhoktour Mengele’, hy ughella soedhek. “Mes hemm yw euthyk yn tien,” a besyas hi. “Mars yw gwir, an pyth re leversysta, yth eson ow thanbellenna, ow leski hag ow thenna war vilyow a yonkers a allsa omwellhe. Prag na leversysta neppyth a-dro dhe hemma dres an kynsa areth, pan esa chons dhiso jy?” My a sevis ow diwabrans, kynth o byghan ow marth. Yn apert, y hedhsa hi goslowes orthymm – y’n termyn hedhyw hag ena keffrys. My a erviras dh’y asa koedha. “Gwra dasvysytya an areth ma, ‘Dhoktour. Y’n kynsa le, gwra perthi kov ow bos goderrys, yn anhweg, kyns my dhe alloes gorfenna ow hampoellow dhe’n soudoryon ena omguntellys ...” Ingrid a dhasvysytas an areth yn hy brys – ha penndroppya, nebes methek, orthymm. “...hag, y’n nessa le, pyth a grysydh agan ‘towloryon vreselek’ dhe wul yn tihaval mar krysens an re a allsa treusvywya bos yn hwirhaval ‘bagas pouftas’ – po ‘faggots’ dell lavarsa an dowbois.” Ingrid a benndroppyas arta – yn lent an prys ma. Hi a gonvedhsa yn ta pyth esen ow leverel. Ny wodhevi luyow an blydhynnyow 1970 bos dus gethreythel y’ga mysk – ha na via bern vyth yn mysk an bennhembrynkysi mar pe ‘gwastyes’ nebes anedha dre ‘dhamaj keslinek’. Perthyans soedhek personnel kethreydhel, res bia gortos rag henna bys an kansblydhenn 21ves. Martesen Ingrid hy honan o kethreydhel – possybyl o. Ny wovynnis ha ny leveris hi yndella. (Ass o henna ironek – res polysi breselek governans an Statys Unys y’n termyn a dhothya, nebes diwettha.) Yn neb kas, hi a goedhas tawesek dres pols ha ni pesyes bos a’gan esedh dhe bub tu an voes vyghan ma yn stevell-geskows, meur hy kloster.

1 too, also; 2 moy es henna what is more; 3 a maga ta as well i gans hemma; gans henna besides; 4 kekeffrys likewise; 5 and also, even
ynwedh (asverb)

1 too, also; 2 moy ez henna what is more; 3 a maga-ta as well i ganz-hemma; ganz-henna besides; 4 kekeffryz likewise; 5 and also, even
ynwedh [azverb / gorer]

(azv.) (sel.) 1 too, also; 2 moy ez henna what is more; 3 a maga-ta as well i ganz-hemma; ganz-henna besides; 4 kekeffryz likewise; 5 and also, even
ynwedh

‘Yes, the Ring,’ said Merry. ‘My dear old hobbit, you don’t allow for the inquisitiveness of friends. I have known about the existence of the Ring for years - before Bilbo went away, in fact; but since he obviously regarded it as secret, I kept the knowledge in my head, until we formed our conspiracy. I did not know Bilbo, of course, as well as I know you; I was too young, and he was also more careful - but he was not careful enough. If you want to know how I first found out, I will tell you.’
‘Ya, an bysow’ yn-medh Merri. ‘Ow hobyt koth meurgerys, ny withydh y’th vrys govynnuster* kowetha. My re wodhva yn kever bosva an bysow dre vlydhynyow – a-dhia termyn kyns Bylbo dhe vones dhe-ves, yn hwir; mes drefenn bos apert ev dhe dybi y dhe vos kevrin, my a withas an godhvos yn-dann gel, bys yn ni dhe wul agan bras. Ny wrug vy aswonn Bylbo mar dha ha dell y’th aswonnav, heb mar; re yowynk en vy, hag ev o prederussa ynwedh – mes nyns o ev prederus lowr. Mars pe da genes godhvos an fordh may hwrug vy y dhismygi, y fynnav vy leverel orthis yn y gever.’

And yet, as soon as the police had the most minimal excuse, they ran in, throwing counter-protestors to the ground, kettling antifascists aggressively against the hotel wall, as well as us on the clifftop side of the road. The fascists were far too pathetic to be intimidating. The police on the other hand...
Ha hwath, kettooth ha re beu esa askus an lyha dhe’n kreslu, i a bonyas dhyn, tewlel gorthfrotestyoryon dhe’n leur, ow kaltra gorthfaskoryon yn argasus orth fos an ostel, keffrys hag agan kaltra war du an als a’n fordh. Re druedhek o an faskoryon dhe vos ownek. Y’n barth aral, an kreslu...

Jesus Heals a Roman Officer's Servant (Lk 7.1–10) 5When Jesus entered Capernaum, a Roman officer met him and begged for help: 6“Sir, my servant is sick in bed at home, unable to move and suffering terribly.” 7“I will go and make him well,” Jesus said. 8“Oh no, sir,” answered the officer. “I do not deserve to have you come into my house. Just give the order, and my servant will get well. 9I, too, am a man under the authority of superior officers, and I have soldiers under me. I order this one, ‘Go!’ and he goes; and I order that one, ‘Come!’ and he comes; and I order my slave, ‘Do this!’ and he does it.” 10When Jesus heard this, he was surprised and said to the people following him, “I tell you, I have never found anyone in Israel with faith like this. 11I assure you that many will come from the east and the west and sit down with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob at the feast in the Kingdom of heaven. 12But those who should be in the Kingdom will be thrown out into the darkness, where they will cry and grind their teeth.” 13Then Jesus said to the officer, “Go home, and what you believe will be done for you.” And the officer's servant was healed that very moment.
Yaghheans Kethwas Penn-kangour Luk 7:1-10; Yow 4:43-54 5Ha pan eth ev a-bervedh yn Kapernaum, y teuth dhodho penn-kangour, orth y bysi, 6ha leverel, ‘Arloedh, yma ow gwas vy a'y wrowedh palsyes y'n chi, ow kodhevel yn tynn.’ 7Hag yn-medh ev dhodho, ‘Yth av dh'y yaghhe.’ 8Ha'n penn-kangour a worthybis ow leverel, ‘Arloedh, nyns ov vy gwiw ty dhe dhos yn-dann ow tho, lemmyn ty na wra saw unnsel leverel an ger ha'm gwas a vydh gwrys yagh. 9Rag my ynwedh yw den yn-dann awtorita, hag a'm beus soudoryon yn-dannov, ha my a lever dhe onan, “Ke”, ha mos a wra, ha dhe arall, “Deus”, ha dos a wra, ha dhe'm kethwas, “Gwra hemma”, hag ev a'n gwra.’ 10Yesu pan glewas henna, marth a'n jeva, hag yn-medh ev dhe'n re a'n siwya, ‘Yn hwir y lavarav dhywgh, ny gevis vy kemmys fydh, na hwath yn Ysrael. 11Ha my a lever y teu meur a dus dhiworth an howldrevel ha'n howlsedhes hag esedha orth moes gans Abraham hag Ysak ha Yakob yn gwlaskor nev, 12mes mebyon an wlaskor a vydh tewlys yn-mes dhe'n tewlder pella; ena y fydh oelva ha skrinva dyns.’ 13Hag yn-medh Yesu dhe'n penn-kangour, ‘Ke; ha kepar dell gryssys bedhes gwrys dhis.’ Ha'y was a veu gwrys yagh y'n keth eur na.

“If you can get us there, we can just disappear,” I said. He looked at me in disbelief. “The Aussie guys here know that area, Scrub Hill, like the backs of their hands – they train there all the time. No-one can hide there for long,” said the Sergeant. I smiled: “I can promise you that they won’t find us – not even if they bring in a pack of bloodhounds. I know the area well, too – and there are some extremely good places to hide. Besides, David and I won’t be staying there for too long – we’ve got somewhere better to go now.” The Sergeant shrugged: “Okay, it’s your funeral,” said the Sergeant. “Scrub Hill it is. Just don’t tell me where you’re going after that. I don’t want to know.” He shook his head in continuing disbelief and chuckled at my confidence. We left the main base of Puckapunyal at great speed. We just flew through the main entrance. The barriers were in the raised position and there were no guards in the booths on that particular night. I still wonder if it had been arranged beforehand by the Sergeant or whether the guards had just left their posts to join the internecine fracas at the parade ground. In the end, none of that matters. What matters is that we left the base completely unimpeded. The Sergeant dropped us off precisely where I had asked, in the Scrub Hill Area of the Pucka complex, wished us well and left us with a kitbag full of essential supplies to carry me through the first few days on the run. (David’s own needs would be minimal but I quickly decided that, despite his protests, he could do the ‘heavy lifting’ of the kitbag.) I thanked that Sergeant of the United States Army Corps – he was a decent human being and I hope he had a long and happy life. (Perhaps, he’s still alive?) And, like Ingrid, I never saw him again either.
“Mar yllydh agan lywya ena, y hyllyn mos yn tien mes a wel,” yn-medhav. Ev a viras orthymm, meur y dhiskryjyans. “An soudoryon Ostralek a wra aswonn an tiryow na kepar ha kilyer aga diwla – i a wrug pup-prys aga threnyans ena. Nyns eus nebonan a yll omgudha ena dres termyn hir,” yn-medh an Serjont. My a vinhwarthas: “Y hallav ambosa orthis na yllons agan kavoes – gans bagas a woeskeun hogen. My a wra aswonn keffrys an tiryow na – hag yma nebes leow may hyllir omgudha euthyk yn ta. Ha, dres henna, ny vynnyn triga ena termyn hir – yma le arall, gwella tyller, may hyllyn mos lemmyn.” Y sevis an Serjont y dhiwskoedh. “Da lowr, dha ynkleudhyans yw,” yn-medh an Serjont. “Bre an Krann yw an le. Byttegyns, ny lavar dhymm le mayth ewgh wosa henna. Ny vynnav y wodhvos.” Ev a shakyas y fenn, meur hwath y dhiskryjyans, ha hwerthin y’n vryansenn drefenn ow hardhder. Meur agan toeth, y hesyn selva Pukkapunyal. Namna nijsyn dre an chyf porth. Drehevys o an lettys ha nyns esa withysi vyth, an nos arbennik na, y’n log. My a ombreder hwath mar fia henna ordenys kyns der an Serjont po mar mynnsa an withysi gasa aga leow rag omjunya gans an freudh kesbroderel ogas dhe’n Plen an Gerdhva. Wostiwedh, ny vern, an dra ma. Pyth o an dra boes? Agan fo dhiworth an selva o heb let vyth.. An Serjont a’n kemmeras dhe le ewn may hwovynnis mos, y’n tiryow a-dro dhe Vre an Krann, a-berth y’n liesplek Pukkapunyal. Ev a ros dhyn y wella bolonjedhow ha ri dhyn ynwedh sagh keyn leun a broviansow o res rag ow skoedhya dres an kynsa dydhyow avel foesik. (Y fia lyha dres eghenn, rekwiryansow Davydh. Byttegyns, my a erviras yn uskis, yn despit dh’y brotestyans, ev dhe alloes gul ‘lyftyans poes’ an sagh keyn – hwath gwann en.) Y hwodhvev meur ras dhe’n Serjont na, Serjont y’n Lu Statys Unys – gwas onest o ha govenek yw dhymm bos dhodho bywnans lowen ha hir. (Martesen ev a vyw hwath?) Ha, kepar ha Ingrid, ny wrugavy nevra y weles arta.

Bilbo was very rich and very peculiar, and had been the wonder of the Shire for sixty years, ever since his remarkable disappearance and unexpected return. The riches he had brought back from his travels had now become a local legend, and it was popularly believed, whatever the old folk might say, that the Hill at Bag End was full of tunnels stuffed with treasure. And if that was not enough for fame, there was also his prolonged vigour to marvel at. Time wore on, but it seemed to have little effect on Mr. Baggins. At ninety he was much the same as at fifty. At ninety-nine they began to call him well-preserved, but unchanged would have been nearer the mark. There were some that shook their heads and thought this was too much of a good thing; it seemed unfair that anyone should possess (apparently) perpetual youth as well as (reputedly) inexhaustible wealth.
Pur wolusek ha pur goynt o Bylbo, hag ev re beu aneth an Shayr dre dri ugens blydhen, a-dhia y dhisomdhiskwedhyans notyadow ha dehwelans anwaytys. An rychys re dhros ev a-dhiworth y dravalyans re dheuth ha bos henhwedhel teythyek, ha krysys o yn efan, pynag o leverys gans an dus goth, an vre dhe Bag End dhe vos leun a gowfordhow stoffys gans tresor. Ha mar na vo henna lowr rag gerda, yth esa ynwedh y gris hirhas rag gul marth. Termyn eth yn rag, mes dell hevel hi a wrug boghes effeyth orth Mr Bagyns. Dhe dheg ha peswar ugens bloedh ev o ogas ha’n keth ha dhe dheg ha dew ugens. Dhe nownsek ha peswar ugens bloedh i a dhallathas leverel ev dhe vos gwithys yn ta; mes anjanjys a via nessa. Yth esa nebes dus a shakya aga fenn hag a omdybi henna dhe vos re a neppyth da; yth o anewn dhe vos dhe nebonan yowynkneth bys vykken (dell hevel) keffrys ha rychys heb finwedh (dell o leverys).

'I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed!’ he snorted. ‘Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.’
‘Koth ov vy Gandalf. Nyns eus semlant koth dhymm, mes yth esov vy ow talleth omglywes yndella y’m kolonn. Gwithys yn ta dell leverons!’ ev a byffyas. ‘Yth omglywav nebes tanow, haval orth bos omystynnys: haval orth amanenn yw lesys dres re a vara. Ny yll bos honna ewn. Res yw dhymm chanj, po neppyth.’

♦ the vessel will be 300 cs long and you will make her beam 50 cs as well trei hans kevelin da an lester a vedh en hes ha hantercans kevelin ewedh chy a wra en les WJ; it is too long by a c. re hir ew a gevellin OM; it is too short by a good c. re gott ew a gevelin da OM
♦ the vessel will be 300 cs long and you will make her beam 50 cs as well trei hans kevelin da an lester a vedh en hes ha hantercans kevelin ewedh chy a wra en les WJ; it is too long by a c. re hir ew a gevellin OM; it is too short by a good c. re gott ew a gevelin da OM

So, the other groups had been left to their fates as well. Again, why? Were they, too, so worthless? Then, a few hours after that, all the phones went dead and, at the same time, the TV broadcasts stopped completely. A curious coincidence, you might think. Actually, the TV broadcasts stopped in the middle of ‘The Jetsons’. (But, don’t worry, I’d seen the episode before and well knew that Mr Spacely ultimately reinstated George Jetson – and even gave him a raise! So, I was able to assuage the understandable anxiety that the interrupted transmission had caused to the other survivors by advising them of George’s fate.) After that, we were merely left to speculation as to what was happening outside the campus. (A search for a short-wave radio turned up nothing.) Our discussions went around in circles for hour upon hour. What else was there to do? After all, the library’s snack-food vending machines had already been looted. The single fact that gnawed at all of us was this: one day there were no zombies and the next day there were hundreds of them – all young, all male. How was that possible? We had seen for ourselves that the infection spread by bite, by saliva, I suppose. We had also seen that guys who were bitten took at least two days to succumb – and then return as zombies. In David’s case, of course, he’d lasted for a whole seven days so far. (Though it didn’t look like he’d go much further than that.) So, let’s suppose there was a “Patient Zero”, the first guy to be infected, being treated somewhere in one of the hospitals or clinics around Parkville. How does he manage to bite hundreds of other guys, more or less simultaneously, and instantly turn them into zombies? There were a few of those sheltering in the Baillieu who were studying either biochemistry or medicine. They confirmed what we were all thinking: that’s just not how epidemics work. So, how ...?
Ytho, an bagasow erell re via gesys rag metya aga thenkysyow ynwedh. Unnweyth arta, praga? A nyns ens i heb gwiwder keffrys? Ena, wosa lies our, oll an pellgowseryow a verwis ha, kettermyn, y hedhis yn tien oll an darlesansow-bellwolok. Dell hwarva, an darlesansow a hedhis yn kres an “Jetsons”. (Mes, ny vern, my re welsa an hwedhel ma kyns ha perthi kov yn ta Mester Spacely dhe restorya Jori Jetson dh’y soedh – ha ri dhodho moghheans y wober hogen! Ytho, my a ylli sewajya fienas naturel an dreusvyworyon erell yn kever gordhyllans Jori.) Wosa henna, ny yllyn ni saw desevos a-dro dhe’n hwarvosow a-der an kampus. (Agan hwithrans rag kavoes radyo a donnys berr o heb sewenyans.) Our wosa our, nyns eth agan dadhel dhe le vyth. Byttegyns, a-der dadhel, pyth esa bos gwrys? Wosa oll, jynnow-wertha boes y’n lyverva re via seulabrys preydhys- oll. An wirenn unnik a gnias warnan o hemma: unn jydh, nyns esa zombis vyth; an nessa dydh, yth esa kansow anedha – yowynk oll, gorow oll. Fatell o henna possybyl? Ni re welsa agan honan bos lesys an klevesans dre vrath, dre drew, dell heveli. Dres henna, ni re welsa an dus re via brethys dhe besysa bywa dew dhydh, dhe’n lyha, kyns aga mernans – ha kyns aga dehwelans avel zombis. Heb mar, Davydh re dhursa moy es dew dhydh. Ev re wodhavsa seythun dhien bys lemmyn – mes ny heveli ev dhe besya moy es henna. Ytho, gwren desevos bosva “Perthyer Mann”, an kynsa den bos klevesys. Ha gwren desevos y vos ow dyghtyes yn neb le a-dro dhe Barkville, yn onan a’n medhegvaow po klavjiow eus kevys ena. Fatell wra ev dynsel neb kansow yonkers erell, ogas yn kettermyn, hag ena, a-dhistowgh, treylyes ons i dhe zombis. Yth esa nebes yntredon a woskeusi y’n Baillieu a studhya po bywgemigieth po medhegieth. An re na a afydhyas pyth eson ni oll ow prederi: nyns yw henna dell ober an klevesow epidemyk. Ytho, fatell ...?

‘Well, as I was saying,’ Merry proceeded, ‘I kept my knowledge to myself, till this Spring when things got serious. Then we formed our conspiracy; and as we were serious, too, and meant business, we have not been too scrupulous. You are not a very easy nut to crack, and Gandalf is worse. But if you want to be introduced to our chief investigator, I can produce him.’
‘Wel, dell wrug vy leverel kyns,’ a besyas Merri, ‘My a omwithas ow godhvos bys y’n Gwenton ma pan dheuth ha bos traow sevur. Ena, ni a dhallathas agan bras; ha, drefenn ni dhe vos ervirys, ni o pur dhour. Nyns osta knowenn es dhe grakkya, ha Gandalf yw gweth. Mes, mar pe da genes bos kommendys dh’agan pennhwithrer, my a yll y dhiskwedhes dhis.’

‘Oh no!’ said Merry. ‘Don’t worry about that! The secret won’t keep for long, of course; but at present it is, I think, only known to us conspirators. After all, you must remember that we know you well, and are often with you. We can usually guess what you are thinking. I knew Bilbo, too. To tell you the truth, I had been watching you rather closely ever since he left. I thought you would go after him sooner or later; indeed I expected you to go sooner, and lately we have been very anxious. We have been terrified that you might give us the slip, and go off suddenly, all on your own like he did. Ever since this spring we have kept our eyes open, and done a good deal of planning on our own account. You are not going to escape so easily!’
‘Agh, na!’ yn-medh Merri. ‘Na vos prederus ‘dro dhe henna! Ny vydh kevrinek dre dermyn hir, heb mar; mes dhe’n termyn ma, nyns yw godhvedhys marnas genen ni, dell dybav. Res yw dhis perthi kov, ni a’th aswonn yn ta, hag yth eson ni genes lieskweyth. Ni a yll dismygi an pyth a dybydh dell vydh usys. Yth aswonnis vy Bylbo ynwedh. Yn hwir, my re viras orthis gans rach a-dhia ev dhe asa. My a dybis ty dh’y sywya wostiwedh; my a waytyas ty dhe vones kyns, ha ni re beu nebes prederus a-gynsow. Y’gan beu own ty dhe slynkya dreson ha mones distowgh, dha honan, haval orto ev. A-dhia gwenton, ni re beu hewoel ha gul towlow agan honan. Ny vydhydh diank yn es!’

Then he lifted his hands to his bloodied locks and ran his fingers through his hair . He held the palms of his hands before him and looked admiringly at them. Another grunt of satisfaction. He then raised those palms to my own face and smeared it with what had, so recently, been Meryl’s lifeblood. At first, I pulled back from the gesture but David insisted and I allowed him to do it. I stared deep into David’s dead eyes to try and guess what purpose his withered mind had in doing this. I found none. We paused a moment and then he turned and entered the charnel house that had been ‘The Union’. I followed. I had no choice. Apparently, this was to be our shelter for the night. We entered the foyer area and David strode on to the stairwell outside the Caff. In the bowels of the building, where the lockers and toilets are, the zombies had made their home. (Their base?) There were dozens of them there, pacing about, resting, eating. If Union House had ever been a refuge for the living on that first day, it hadn’t been able to hold out long. Unlike the library, which had just one main entrance, there were just too many entrances to the Union building. It may as well have been open access. It was certainly undefendable. Most of the human remains that were lying about had obviously been there for days. Maybe the building had just been overwhelmed on that first day, in the initial onslaught. But Meryl? She had only just been killed. Where had she been hiding? In one of the activities rooms upstairs? You could hold out there for a while but, well away from the Caff, there’d be no food at all – maybe some water, if you were lucky. Perhaps there were still some survivors clinging on up there. Would I be doing them any favours if I went searching – with my brother in tow? Hmmm. I’d have to think on that one.
Ena, ev a sevis y dhiwla dh’y gudynnow goesek ha gwaya y vysies der y vlew. Ev a worras palvow y dhiwla a-dheragdho ha mires orta yn unn estymya. Hanasans gwelghys arall. Ev a dhrehedhis an palvow na dhe’m fas ow honan ha y dhorgura gans goes Meryl. Kynsa, my a dennas dhe-ves dhiworth an sin ma. Byttegyns, y teris Davydh hag ytho my a’n gasas dh’y wul. My a lagattas yn town yn dhewlagas marow Davydh rag assaya kavoes y styr ev. Ny gevis travyth ena. Ni a hedhis pols hag, ena, Davydh a dreylyas ha entra y’n chi mernans re via ‘An Kesunynans’. My a’n sywyas. Nyns esa dewis vyth dhymm. Yn apert, ev re ervirsa y vos agan harber an nos na. Ni a entras yn sal-dynnargh an drehevyans. Davydh a hirgammas dhe’n wrisfordh a-der an Kaff. Yn kolodhyon drehevyans, an selder, mayth yw amariow an studhyoryon ha’n privedhyow, y hwrussa an zombis aga thre. (Aga selva oberyansow?) Yth esa nebes dewdhegow anedha ena, ow kwandra oll a- dro, ow tiskwetha, ow tybri. Mar pe Chi an Kesunyans harber an kynsa dydh rag an dus vyw, ny allsa an dus na perthi orth an zombis dres termyn hir. Y fia dyffrans poesek yntra’n lyverva ha Chi an Kesunyans: nyns esa saw unn jyf entrans dhe’n lyverva mes, dhe’n Kesunyans, meur anedha. Yth o, yn effeyth, hedhas apert. Yn hwir, ny yllys y dhefendya. Yn apert, y fia rann vrassa a’n gesyon denel a’y gorwedh y’n drehevyans dres nebes dydhyow. Martesen, an drehevyans re via oversettyes an kynsa dydh na, dres an kynsa omsettyans. Mes Meryl? Ny via hi ledhys saw a-gynsow. Ple fia hi owth omgudha? Yn onan a’n salyow rag kowethasow studhek, y’n leuryow ughella? Ena, y hyllys perthi orth an zombis dres pols mes, pell an Kaff, nyns esa boes vyth – martesen, nebes dowr, mar pe chons dhedhi. Martesen, yth esa hwath nebes treusvyworyon y’n salyow na, ow kesklena rag bywnans. Byttegyns, a allsen aga gweres mar hwrussen aga hwilas – gans ow broder rybov vy? Hmm. Res o dhymm ombrederi yn y gever.