were wounded oor Kornies

were wounded

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

a veu goliys

Soortgelyke frases

they were wounded
y fons i goliys

voorbeelde

were wounded
/ a veu goliys / / /

they were wounded
/ y fons i goliys / / /

So severe were his wounds that it was necessary for him to stay in hospital four weeks.
Maga tynn o y woliow bys mayth o res dhodho triga y’n klavji peder seythen.

So severe were his wounds that it was necessary for him to stay in hospital four weeks. /
Maga tynn o y woliow bys mayth o res dhodho triga y’n klavji peder seythen. / Mar dynn o y woliow...

Anyone who would say fifteen Our Fathers every day with a full heart to glorify our dear lord's passion - in a year these would be as many our fathers in number as there were wounds in the body of jesus.
pub dydh oll neb a vynne leverel pymthek pader a leun golonn rag gordhya passhyon agan arloedh ker yn blydhen i a via a bederow keniver hag a woliow esa yn korf yesus orth niver

8And they sounded with the trumpets; and Cendebæus and his army were put to the rout, and there fell of them many wounded to death, but they that were left fled to the stronghold:
8I a sonas an hirgern, ha Kendebeus ha'y lu a veu fesys; lies anedha a goedhas goliys ha'n remenant a fias bys y'n dinas.

In the body of Jesus, as he was hanging crucified, I hear there were five thousand weals and four times a hundred wounds and with them seventy-five more. they were absolutely authentic and he suffered them all for pure love towards mankind.
yn korf yesus yth esa hag ev yn krows ow kregi pymp mil strekys dell j'oue ha pedergweyth kans goli ha triugens moy gansa ha pymthek pur wir ens i hag oll rag pur gerensa orth mab-den y's godhevi

The day’s march promised to be warm and tiring work. After some miles, however, the road ceased to roll up and down: it climbed to the top of a steep bank in a weary zig-zagging sort of way, and then prepared to go down for the last time. In front of them they saw the lower lands dotted with small clumps of trees that melted away in the distance to a brown woodland haze. They were looking across the Woody End towards the Brandywine River. The road wound away before them like a piece of string.
Kerdh an jydh na a vedha oberenn toemm ha skwithus dell hevelis. Byttegyns, wosa nebes mildiryow, an fordh a hedhis leska: hi a yskynnyas dhe wartha torrlann serth yn hyns syger ha dh’omma-dh’ena*1, ha hi a dhallathas mos yn-nans yn diwettha tro. A-dheragdha, i a welas an tiryow isella bryghys gans bonniow-gwydh byghan a deudhis dhe-ves y’n pellder yn niwl gorm a wydhek. Yth esens i ow mires a-dreus an Lostwydhdir war-tu ha’n Avon Brandiwayn. An fordh a wandras dhe-ves a-dheragdha haval orth tamm a gordenn.

They climbed down and out of the dike and through a gap in the wall, and then Tom turned due north, for they had been bearing somewhat to the west. The land was now open and fairly level, and they quickened their pace, but the sun was already sinking low when at last they saw a line of tall trees ahead, and they knew that they had come back to the Road after many unexpected adventures. They galloped their ponies over the last furlongs, and halted under the long shadows of the trees. They were on the top of a sloping bank, and the Road, now dim as evening drew on, wound away below them. At this point it ran nearly from South-west to North-east, and on their right it fell quickly down into a wide hollow. It was rutted and bore many signs of the recent heavy rain; there were pools and pot-holes full of water. They rode down the bank and looked up and down. There was nothing to be seen. 'Well, here we are again at last!' said Frodo. 'I suppose we haven't lost more than two days by my short cut through the Forest! But perhaps the delay will prove useful - it may have put them off our trail.'
I a gramblas war-nans hag yn-mes a’n dommenn ha dre aswa y’n fos hag ena Tom a dreylyas poran war-tu ha’n kledh, drefenn i dhe blegya aga fordh nebes war-tu ha’n west. An tir o kler ha re wastas lemmyn, hag i wrug skavhe aga thoeth, mes yth esa an howl ow sedhi isel pan welsons i wor’tiwedh linenn a wydh hir a-rag, hag i a gonvedhas i dhe dhehweles dhe’n Fordh wosa anethow anwaytys pals. I a beswarlemmas aga hobaow a-dreus an diwettha erowhysow, ha hedhi yn-dann skeusow hir an gwydh. Yth esens i dhe benn torrlann a ledra, hag an Fordh, disliw lemmyn ha’n gorthugher ow mos war-rag, a stummas dhe-ves a-woeles. Dhe’n tyller ma hy linenn a ystynnas a-dhiworth Soth-west dhe Gledh-est, ha dh’aga thu a dheghow hi a goedhas yn kew ledan. Roskewys o ha hi a borthas meur a venegow a’n glaw poes a-dhiwedhes; yth esa pollow ha tollow leun a dhowr. I a varghogas yn-nans an dorrlann ha mires unn du dh’y gila. Nyns esa travyth gweladow. ‘Wel, ottani wor’tiwedh!’ a leveris Frodo. Dhe’m brys vy, ny wrussyn ni kelli moy es dew jydh dre ow skochfordh dre’n Koes! Mes martesen an ardak a vydh dhe-les – martesen henn a vydh gul dhedha kelli agan fordh.’

1 PETER 2 1Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind. 2Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, 3now that you have tasted that the Lord is good. The Living Stone and a Chosen People 4As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him— 5you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 6For in Scripture it says: “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to shame.” 7Now to you who believe, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe, “The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone,” 8and, “A stone that causes people to stumble and a rock that makes them fall.” They stumble because they disobey the message—which is also what they were destined for. 9But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 10Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy. Living Godly Lives in a Pagan Society 11Dear friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul. 12Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us. 13Submit yourselves for the Lord’s sake to every human authority: whether to the emperor, as the supreme authority, 14or to governors, who are sent by him to punish those who do wrong and to commend those who do right. 15For it is God’s will that by doing good you should silence the ignorant talk of foolish people. 16Live as free people, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as God’s slaves. 17Show proper respect to everyone, love the family of believers, fear God, honor the emperor. 18Slaves, in reverent fear of God submit yourselves to your masters, not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are harsh. 19For it is commendable if someone bears up under the pain of unjust suffering because they are conscious of God. 20But how is it to your credit if you receive a beating for doing wrong and endure it? But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, this is commendable before God. 21To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps. 22“He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth.” 23When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly. 24“He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.” 25For “you were like sheep going astray,” but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.
1 PEDER 2 An Men Bew ha'n Genedhel Sans 1Ytho, gorrewgh dhe-ves pub drog ha pub toell ha falsuri hag avi ha pub kabel. 2Kepar ha fleghes nowydh genys, hwansewgh leth spyrysel pur may teffowgh dhe selwyans dredho, 3mar kwrussowgh tastya bos an Arloedh kuv. 4Dewgh dhodho, men bew skonys gans mab-den mes dewisys gans Duw ha drudh. 5Ha hwi ynwedh, kepar ha meyn bew, omdhrehevewgh hwi dhe vos chi spyrysel, oferyaseth sans, dhe offrynna sakrifisow spyrysel kemmeradow dhe Dhuw dre Yesu Krist. 6Rag skrifys yw y'n Skryptor, ‘Otta, my a worr yn Sion men, pennmen dewisys, drudh, ha neb a grys ynno ny'n jevydh meth.’ 7Ytho an enor ma yw dhywgh hwi neb a grys; mes dhe'n re na grys, ‘An men a skonyas an weythoryon res eth ha bos penn an korn’, 8ha, ‘Men a wra dhe dhen trebuchya, ha karrek a offens.’ I a goedh rag nyns yns i gostydh dhe'n ger. Henna a veu aga thenkys. 9Mes hwi yw agh dhewisys, oferyaseth ryel, kenedhel sans, pobel arbennik dhodho, may hyllowgh deklarya an gwriansow marthys a neb a'gas gelwys yn-mes a dewlder a-bervedh yn y wolow marthys. 10Ny vewgh hwi pobel seulabrys, mes lemmyn pobel Duw owgh hwi. Ny dhegemmersowgh piteth, mes lemmyn piteth re dhegemmersowgh. Bewewgh avel Servysi Duw 11Karadowyon, my a'gas pys avel alyons ha divresow mayth omwithewgh rag hwansow an kig a wra gwerrya erbynn an enev. 12Bedhes da agas bewedh yn mysk an Jentilys; ena kyn kewsons er agas pynn avel drogoberoryon, y hyllons gordhya Duw yn dydh y dhevedhyans, pan welons agas gwriansow da. 13Bedhewgh gostydh a-barth an Arloedh dhe bub awtorita fondys gans mab-den, po dhe vyghtern avel penn-router 14po dhe rewloryon yw dannvenys ganso dhe gessydhya drogoberoryon, mes dhe wormel masoberoryon. 15Rag yndella yw bodh Duw, may hyllowgh hwi, ow kul da, konkludya fowt skians tus wokki. 16Bedhewgh rydh mes heb gul devnydh a rydhses avel klok droktra, mes kepar ha gwesyon Duw. 17Gwrewgh enora pub den oll, kara an brederedh, Duw, enora an emperour. Ensampel a Wodhevyans Krist 18Kethwesyon, bedhewgh gostydh yn pub own dh'agas mestrysi, dhe'n re da ha meur aga godhevyans, mes dhe'n re dhignas ynwedh. 19Rag hemm yw grassyes: den dhe berthi galarow ha godhevyans gans kamm, yn omwodhvos a Dhuw. 20Rag pandr'a dal mar perthowgh pan owgh hwi gweskys wosa gul kamm? Mes mar kwrewgh yn ta ha perthi godhevyans, gras gans Duw yw hemma. 21Rag dhe hemma y fewgh hwi gelwys, rag Krist ynwedh a wodhevis ragowgh hwi dhe wir, ow kasa dhywgh ensampel, may siwyewgh olow y dreys. 22‘Ny wrug peghadow, ha ny veu toell kevys war y anow.’ 23Pan veu drokhenwys, ny dhrokhenwis yn attal. Pan wodhevis, ny vraggyas, mes yth omgommyttyas dhe neb a vreus yn hwiryon. 24Ev y honan a borthas agan peghosow y'n prenn, may hwryllyn ni, marow dhe beghosow, bewa dhe ewnder. Gans y woliow sawys vewgh hwi. 25Rag yth esewgh ow mos yn sowdhan kepar ha deves, mes lemmyn treylys owgh hwi dhe'n bugel ha'n epskop a'gas enev.

casualty n. injured man den browys m., pl. tüs vrowys; wounded man den golyes m., pl. tüs wolyes; man den brow m.; injured woman benyn vrowys f., pl. benenes browys; wounded woman benyn wolyes f., pl. benenes golyes; woman benyn vrow f., pl. benenes brow; pers. onen browys mf.; men tüs vrow ~ vrowys pl.; people pobel vrow ~ vrowys Not goliesyk, goliesyges*; lit. unfortunate anfujk m., pl. anfujigyon WP; killed den ledhys; benyn ledhys; phr. there were many cs. meur a tüs a veu ledhys pò browys; meur a soudoryon a veu ledhys pò shyndys; the cs. a' re-na a veu browys ha ledhys; they sustained heavy cs. lies anodhans a veu browys ~ shyndys; C. Department Radn Droglabmow; Radn Browyn; Droglabmow ha Tüs Browys
casualty n. injured man den browys m., pl. tüs vrowys; wounded man den golyes m., pl. tüs wolyes; man den brow m.; injured woman benyn vrowys f., pl. benenes browys; wounded woman benyn wolyes f., pl. benenes golyes; woman benyn vrow f., pl. benenes brow; pers. onen browys mf.; men tüs vrow ~ vrowys pl.; people pobel vrow ~ vrowys Not goliesyk, goliesyges*; lit. unfortunate anfujk m., pl. anfujigyon WP; killed den ledhys; benyn ledhys; phr. there were many cs. meur a tüs a veu ledhys pò browys; meur a soudoryon a veu ledhys pò shyndys; the cs. a' re-na a veu browys ha ledhys; they sustained heavy cs. lies anodhans a veu browys ~ shyndys; C. Department Radn Droglabmow; Radn Browyn; Droglabmow ha Tüs Browys

The woods on either side became denser; the trees were now younger and thicker; and as the lane went lower, running down into a fold of the hills, there were many deep brakes of hazel on the rising slopes at either hand. At last the Elves turned aside from the path. A green ride lay almost unseen through the thickets on the right; and this they followed as it wound away back up the wooded slopes on to the top of a shoulder of the hills that stood out into the lower land of the river-valley. Suddenly they came out of the shadow of the trees, and before them lay a wide space of grass, grey under the night. On three sides the woods pressed upon it; but eastward the ground fell steeply and the tops of the dark trees, growing at the bottom of the slope, were below their feet. Beyond, the low lands lay dim and flat under the stars. Nearer at hand a few lights twinkled in the village of Woodhall.
An koes ryb an hyns a dheuth ha bos tewwa; an gwydh o yowynkka ha brassa; dell wrug mos an bownder isella, ow mos yn-nans yn kris an breow, yth esa lies perthi a gollwydh dhe’n lederow a sevis dhe’n dhew du. Wor’tiwedh, an Elfow a dreylyas a-denewen diworth an hyns. Yth esa lannergh gwyrdh hir, ogas ha mes a wel dres an goedhyli a-dhyghow; hag i a’n sywyas dell wrug ev mos yn-bann an lederow gwydhek dhe wartha skoedh an breow a ystynnas y’n tiryow isella nans an avon. Distowgh, i a dheuth mes a skeusennow an gwydh, hag a-ragon yth esa aswa efan a wels, loes yn-dann ebron an nos. Dhe dri thu, an koes a’s kyrghynnas; mes dhe’n howldrevel, an dor a goedhas yn teserth, hag yth esa pennow an gwydh ow tevi dhe-woeles an leder, yn-dann aga dewdroes. Dresta, an tiryow isel a ystynnas godewl ha gwastas yn-dann an ster. Nessa, nebes golowys a derlentris yn treveglos Wudol.

I stared again at Charles’ immobile form. Something caught my eye. His sleeves were hitched up and his forearms were bare. On the right forearm was the distinctive semi-circular mark of a bite – just as David had had before he changed into a zombie (and still had). I could see the marks of the individual teeth, human teeth, within the wound. Was the wound red and angry? Was it suppurating? Did infection seem to be spreading from that locus? Not a bit of it. It was clean and well-healed. If Charles had been bitten by a zombie – which seemed likely – he had not succumbed to his wounds. He was still alive and, despite his having just fainted, very well. So, I guessed that the reason for David’s repugnance at eating Charles’ flesh was not that he was gay but that he’d been infected. He was like a zombie – only not – and zombies don’t eat zombies! And, if that line of reasoning were correct, did that mean that the girls back in the library – the ones who’d also been bitten but recovered – would also now be able to withstand a zombie attack? And, if so, who among them would willingly put the theory to the test? And, was Charles unique – and very lucky – or did other men (gay or straight) have the same ability to recover from a bite? A single data-point was not helpful.
My a lagattas arta orth furv anwayadow Charles. My a aspias neppyth. Y vregholow o rolyes yn ughel ha moel y ragvregh.Yth esa dhe’n ragvregh dyghow merk hanter y kylgh ha pur aswonnadow – merk kepar dell dhegemmersa Davydh kyns y chanjyans dhe zombi. (Yth esa dhodho hwath an merk ma.) My a ylli gweles merkyow an dyns, dyns denel, yntra’n goli. O an goli ma rudh ha ‘serrys’? Esa ev ow kori? A heveli klevesans dhe vos owth omlesa dhiworth an locus na? Ny’n krysyn poynt. Glanyth o ha yaghhes yn ta. Mar fia brethys Charles gans zombi – a heveli bos gwirhaval – ny goedhsa ev drefenn y woliow. Yn fyw o ha, yn despit dh’y glamder, pur yagh. Ytho, my a dhesevas skonyans Davydh dhe dhybri kig Charles na vos drefenn y vos kethreydhel mes drefenn y vos klevesys. Ev o kepar ha zombi – mes nag o huni anedha – ha, dell wodhesta, ny dheber an zombis zombis erell! Ha, mars o ewn an linenn na a reson, a styras henna an myrghes y’n lyverva (henn yw leverel, an re a via yaghhes) dhe alloes sevel orth omsettyans an zombis? Ha, mar pe henna gwir, yntredha, piw a vynnsa ri prevyans dhe’n tybyans ma? Ha, dres henna, o Charles unnik – meur y jons – po esa tus erell (kethreydhel po kenreydhel) a allsa daskavoes erbynn aga yeghes? Byttegyns, yth esa unn dhatum hepken rag ri gorthyp dhe’n kwestyon ma. (Euver yn tien). 73

Unperturbed, David shook it off, sidestepped and deftly struck out with the hockey stick. The beast was gone. One blow from David was all it had taken. Now the auditorium was cleared of them. Only their corpses remained, sprawled here and there – and none of them looked like they would be moving about again any time soon. Quickly, he and I summoned one or two of the students who had lingered timorously at the exits – and there really were only one or two. The rest of the students were still running, we supposed. Together, we gathered five of the victims who seemed still to be living and carried their bloodied bodies to the Baillieu Library. It had not been a deep wound, David’s wound. It did not even require a stitch. But it had been enough to pass on the infection. And so, here he lay, a hero whose actions had saved the lives of some of those who now wished to cast him outside before he, too, ‘changed’. Fear trumps gratitude every time. “Not long now, Mate,” I whispered and mopped his brow again. Where had it come from, this infection? Short answer: I don’t know. This is not part of the story that I can tell – but I can tell you what I know and let you puzzle over it yourself. As we sheltered in the dubious protection of the Baillieu Library, we accessed a fairly beaten-up black and white TV that we found in the Head Librarian’s office. (Obviously, the library’s budget didn’t yet run to purchasing one of those expensive, new-fangled colour TV’s.) When we first tuned in, nothing of note. Everything was normal as far as the TV broadcasters were concerned – all the usual programmes: cooking, old movies, chat shows, cartoons – completely uninterrupted. There was no newsflash until over an hour after the creatures had burst in upon us in the French lecture. Then the first newsflash: sketchy and delivered in a jocular fashion by a disbelieving newsreader who concluded: “...Hey! Is this April Fools’ or what?!”
Andhistemprys, Davydh a shakyas dhe-ves an best. Ev a wrug kamm a- denewen ha’y weskel, meur y sleyghneth, gans y welenn hokki. Gyllys o an best. Unn hwaff dhiworth Davydh re via lowr. Lemmyn, klerhes anedha o an arethva. Ny remaynya travyth a-der aga horfow, gorlesys oll yn kyrghynn – ha nyns esa den anvarow vyth yntredha a waysa arta yn skon. Uskis, Davydh ha my a elwis dhe’n studhyoryon, dew po tri hepken, re darysa, meur aga ownekter, ogas dhe’n mallborthow. Yth esa remnant an studhyoryon hwath ow resek, dell heveli dhyn. Warbarth, ni a guntellas pymp vyktym a heveli bos hwath yn fyw ha degi aga horfow goesek dhe’n Lyverva Baillieu. Ny via goli down, goli Davydh. Nyns esa edhomm a wri hogen. Mes y fia goli lowr rag lesa an klevesans. Hag ytho, yth esa ev a’y worwedh, den bras y golonn. Ev re salwsa bywnansow an re a vynna lemmyn y dewlel yn-mes kyns ev dhe janjya keffrys. Pup-prys an own a wayn erbynn an gras. “Ny vydh hirneth lemmyn, ‘vata,” my a hwystras ha sygha y dal unnweyth arta. A byle y lammsa an klevesans ma? Gorthyp berr: ny wonn vy. Nyns yw hemma rann an hwedhel a allav derivas dhis – mes y hallav derivas pyth a wonn vy ha ty a yll ombrederi warnodho dha honan. Ha ni omskeusys yn-dann difresyans doutys an Lyverva Baillieu, ni a gavas pellwolok (gwynn ha du hy imajys ha nebes usyes o) yn soedhva Pennlyveryas. (Yn apert, nyns esa towlargh lowr an lyverva rag prena hwath pellwolok nowydh ha liwek hy imajys.) Y’n kynsa le, pan skwychsyn ni yn fyw an jynn koth ma, nyns esa travyth o marthek. Y’n tir-bellwolok, yth esa pup-tra oll herwydh usadow: keginieth, filmys koth, towlennow-glapp, gesdelinyansow – anwoderrys yn tien. Nyns esa lughesenn-nowodhow vyth erna dremensa moy es unn our wosa an groaduryon dhe dardha y’n areth frynkek. Ena, an kynsa lughesenn-nowodhow: heb manylyon ha kewsys yn fordh hwarthus. Lenner-nowodhow ankryjyk a worfennas an erthygel y’n for’na: “...Hay! Yw hemma dydh Foll-Ebrel?!” 11

Thinking back, the main topic of conversation with the young ladies had been the aphorisms of Oscar Wilde – a topic with which these middle-class suburban girls seemed entirely unacquainted. Since running into Paul again at University (he was continuing with French), I noted he still had many close friends who were attractive girls. And now I find that he had been attacked in a crypt with Charles while naked. Both he and Charles had been bitten but, unlike every other male I knew that had been bitten, they had both recovered. I decided to explore further. “Paul, you said you became ill after you got bitten?” “Certainly. That’s true. I remember the day after the attack, when we scavenged in the gate-keeper’s house, but nothing after that until yesterday. It was like I was asleep for those days. His Royal Majesty tended to me – or so he says.” “Indeed,” said Charles. “Our court has been much reduced of late and there was need to preserve our standards. The Roundheads press upon us even now, as you have seen for yourself.” Fine. “Did you get sick, too, Charles?” Charles considered his answer. “No, Oliver. We cleaned and bound our wound – just as we had done for Paul – and there was some discomfort but ... no, we did not get ill. On the other hand, we thought Paul had died. He lay there without moving, pale and feverish, for several days. We were in the process of planning a simply wonderful funeral service at St. Patrick’s cathedral when he started to recover. We had the music planned and everything. Mozart’s ‘Requiem’ would have been suitable, don’t you think? Though we know the Pope is not a big fan. In any event, Paul proved to be an ungrateful wretch and, unexpectedly, as we said, started to recover. However, today is the very first day he has really been up and about.” (Paul was, in better times, a reasonable athlete.) So, was there a pattern here?
My a borth kov lemmyn a jyf mater an keskows dhe vos gwirebow Oskar Waylde. Nyns o mater aswonnys mann dhe’n myrghes burjesek ma re dhothya dhiworth an ranndrevow. My re dhothya erbynn Powl unnweyth arta dhe’n Bennskol. Yth esa hwath ow studhya an yeth frynkek ha, dres henna, yth esa hwath dhodho meur a gowethesow teg. Byttegyns, my a’n kavsa lemmyn bos omsettyes, hag ev noeth, yn kleudgell gans Charles. An dhew re via brethys mes, dihaval dhe oll an bolatys erell a wodhvien bos brethys, i re omwellhasa. My a erviras hwithra nebes pella. “’Bowl, ty a leveris ty dhe dhos ha bos klav wosa bos brethys?” “Yn sur. Henn yw gwir. My a borth kov a’n jydh wosa an omsettyans warnav. Yth esen ni ow hwilas y’n ji an porther. Byttegyns, wosa henna, ny allav perthi kov a dravyth bys de. Yth o kepar dell en yn kosk dres an dydhyow na. Y Veuredh Ryel a’m gwitha – po dell leveris.” “Yn hwir,” yn-medh Charles. “Agan lys re via lehes yn feur a-gynsow hag yth esa edhomm dhyn gwitha agan skwirys. Yma an bennow-rond ow hornella hwath warnon ni y’n dydhyow ma kepar dell veu gwelys gans dha dhewlagas dhe honan.” Pur dha. “A wrussowgh mos ha bos klav, agas honan, a Jarles?” Charles a brederis a-dro dh’y worthyp. “Na wrussyn, a Oliver. Ni a lanhes agan goli – kepar dell wrussen rag Powl – hag yth esa dhyn neb digonfort mes ... Na, nyns ethen ha bos klav. Y’n kontrari part, ni a grysi Powl dhe verwel. Yth esa a’y worwedh heb gwayans, gwynn ha terthennek y fas, dres nebes dydhyow. Ni re dhallathsa tewlel oferenn deg ragdho yn Penneglos Sen Padryk pan dhallathas ev omwellhe. Ni re dowlsa an musyk ha puptra oll. Y fia gwiw ‘Requiem’ Mozart, a ny grysydh? (Kyn preder an Pab y vos ansans.) Yn neb kas, y provas Powl bos anfeusik unkinda ha, heb y waytyas, ev a dhallathas omwellhe, dell leversyn ni. Byttegyns, hedhyw yw yn hwir an kynsa dydh y vos strik kepar dell yw herwydh y usadow.” (Powl o athlet da lowr, yn gwella termynyow.) Ytho, esa patron bos kevys omma?