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English[en]
They went on for perhaps another couple of miles. Then the sun gleamed out of ragged clouds again and the rain lessened. It was now past mid-day, and they felt it was high time for lunch. They halted under an elm tree: its leaves though fast turning yellow were still thick, and the ground at its feel was fairly dry and sheltered. When they came to make their meal, they found that the Elves had filled their bottles with a clear drink, pale golden in colour: it had the scent of a honey made of many flowers, and was wonderfully refreshing. Very soon they were laughing, and snapping their fingers at rain, and at Black Riders. The last few miles, they felt, would soon be behind them.
Cornish[kw]
I a besyas dres nebes mildiryow martesen. An howl a splannas dre gomolennow pilennek arta ha’n glaw a lehas. Wosa hanter-dydh o lemmyn, hag i a glywas bos termyn da rag li. I a hedhis yn-dann elowenn: y dhel, kynth esa ow trelya dhe velyn skon, o tew hwath, ha’n dor dh’y droes o re sygh ha klys. Pan wrussons i aga boes, i a dhiskudhas an Elfow dhe lenwel aga botelow gans diwes kler, owrek ha gwannliwek y liw: yth esa fler dhodho haval dhe vel a vleujennow pals, hag ev o marthus diskwithek. Skon, yth esens i ow hwartha, ha nyns esa bern dhedha namoy yn kever glaw ha Marghogyon Dhu. An mildiryow a veu gesys a via a-dhelergha skon.