war elephant oor Kornies

war elephant

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

olifans bresel

voorbeelde

war elephant
/ olifans bresel / / /

Apart from this half-forgotten lecture in jungle warfare, my only knowledge of military tactics came from reading (in Latin) about Rome’s wars with Carthage. Naturally, I still thought of Hannibal as a ‘gun’ General but, given that I didn’t have ready access to any battle elephants, I thought the valuable lessons I had learned from this reading were likely to be of limited use in dealing with the zombie apocalypse – or, for that matter, with any counter-offensive that might then be under weigh. After playing in my mind with the remembered fragments of the lecture from the reg, I turned to David – who had just listened to the radio with me. (Mildly interested – comprehension? I guess next to zero.) “Okay, David, we can forget about Hannibal,” I commenced (David had studied Latin as well). “Let’s think about our time together in the cadets. If the Army was going to form a defensive perimeter around the docklands area, how would they go about it? How far from the docks would they place the perimeter? As far as Central Melbourne? As far as here, at the university?” Naturally, he didn’t answer me. I was just using him as a sounding board. His eyes, however, did seem to look at me quizzically – if dead eyes could ever do that. We still sat in the Activities Office, each of us on one side of the desk upon which sat the transistor radio, currently our portal to the outside world. We sat for a while staring at one another – my mind was racing. His mind ....? Well, I didn’t know what was going on in there - maybe more than I realised. This moment of quiet reflection was abruptly interrupted: ‘Gween’, the zombies’ pet cat, had apparently wandered by and decided to join the party. (She obviously had the run of the building and feared none of its current residents.) She leapt nimbly onto the desk, rubbed against my unprotected arm, bit it sharply and then sauntered over to David as if nothing had happened. The wretch! David, of course, took the furry beast into his arms and clumsily started petting it. In return, the mainly black animal miaowed its appreciation at him, in a decidedly cutesy fashion, and started to purr loudly. After looking adoringly into my brother’s dead eyes for a time, Gween turned her face to me and hissed with apparent conviction.
A-der an areth hanter-ankevys ma a-dro dhe vresel yn gwylgoes, y teuth ow skians tanow a daktegow breselek dhiworth redya (yn Latin) a-dro dhe’n breselyow gans Karthaj. Heb mar, my a grysi hwath Honibal dhe vos pennhembrenkyas awenek mes, drefenn na yllyn kavoes olifansow-batel vyth y’n tor’na, my a brederis na via pur euver an dyskansow talvosek a dhysksen vy. Henn yw leverel, pur stroethys a via ow devnydh anedha rag dyghtya droglamm an zombis – po, gans henna, rag dos erbynn neb gorthomsettyans a allsa bos dallethys ena. Wosa gwari y’m brys vy gans temmyn areth an reg a borthsen kov, my a dreylyas dhe Dhavydh neb re woslowsa orth an radyo genev. (Nebes byghan y les, y gonvedhes o ...? Mann po ogas.) “Da lowr, a Dhavydh, ni a yll ankevi Honibal,” a dhallathis. (Davydh re via studhyer Latinek genev.) “Gwren prederi a-dro dh’agan termyn warbarth avel prentys-soudoryon. Mar mynna tus an lu furvya kylghvusur omwithek a-dro dhe diryow an porthow, fatell wrussens i henna? Dhe by pellder dhiworth an porthow a worrsens i aga honan? Bys Melbourne kresel? Bys omma, an bennskol?” Ny dheuth dhiworto gorthyp vyth – heb mar. Yn hwir, yth esov orth y wul kepar hag astell-senyans. Byttegyns, yth heveli y dhewlagas ev dhe vires orthymm yn unn wovynn – mar kylli dewlagas marow gul henna. Yth eson ni owth esedha hwath y’n Soedhva Bywderyow, pub huni ahanan dhe unn du an desk le mayth esa ow sevel an radyo-transystor, agan portal unnik dhe’n ledanna bys y’n tor’ na. Y remaynsyn owth esedha pols, ow lagatta orth an eyl dh’y gila. Yth esa ow brys vy ow resek toethmen. Y vrys ev ...? Wel, ny wodhyen pyth a hwarva ynno – martesen moy a draow es dell yllyn godhvos. An pols ma a ombrederans hebask a veu goderrys heb gwarnyans: ‘Gwin’, kath veurgerys an zombis, re wandersa a-ogas hag ervira dhe omjunya gans an fest. (Yn apert, hi a ylli mos der an drehevyans dien ha ny berthi own vyth a’n drigoryon erell.) Hi a lammas yn skav war an desk hag omrutya erbynn ow bregh anwithys - ha’y vratha tynn. A-dhistowgh, hi a gerdhas yn lent dhe Dhavydh kepar ha pan hwarsa mann - an kasadow! Heb mar, Davydh a gemmeras an goedhvil blewek yn y dhiwvregh ha dalleth hy handla heb kreft. Yn attal, an enyval ma, du y vlew y’n vrassa rann, a viowlas hy gras dhodho, yn fordh meur y tekter apert, ha dalleth purrya yn ughel. Wosa hy mires yn unn wordhya y’n dhewlagas dres termyn hir, Gwin a dreylyas hy fas dhymmo vy ha sia, kler hy forpos. 137