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English[en]
When Mr Kirwan awoke, he couldn’t remember anything. But there was the mark of a woman’s hand around his wrist, that seemed to be burnt into the flesh. This mark remained with him until his death. Sometimes at night, there came to him a vision of the young woman with her necklace of pearls. But he never encountered the black horseman again. As for the silver cup, Mr Kirwan threw it into the lake, for he suspected that it had come to him by devilish sorcery. Thus, the cup sank beneath the waves and was seen no more.
Cornish[kw]
Pan dhifunas Mester Kirwan, ny ylli ev perthi kov a dra vyth. Mes yth esa merk a leuv venyn a-dro dh’y gonna bregh, hag o leskys y’n kig, dell heveli. An merk ma a worta ganso bys dh’y vernans. Treweythyow, nosweyth, y teuth dhodho gwelesigeth a’n vowes yowynk gans hy delk a berlys. Mes ny vettyas ev orth an marghek du nevra namoy. Ow tochya an hanaf arghansek, Mester Kirwan a’n tewlis y’n lynn, drefen ev dhe wogrysi y tothya dhodho dre bystri dyowlek. Ytho, an hanaf a sedhis yn-dann an tonnow ha ny veu gwelys namoy.