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by The Dominion of Nhoor. . 16 reads.

Leyjōnha s Cenha Cest


Sa̦ntā anh haqhwsa cu homhusicu, qamus jōnhety bamharhume sō̦t rīso̦sy nhar malara, lāste camharhe s meranude coph sī̦chtaph, wnho wswn gaych tesy orrwnā ābwch pw rhacanhoseƨ. Im ranud pwydo̦qhe unnom s pāq teche mhār jeza rejeqeze. Jā̦t perhos cu luycicu bamharhume umey jōnhau̦m. Zalenoji jon leyjejen caydo̦qhe ēl im amhor, dus sarune jan meqhaj: Ēqa wnho nōqwn ronha ezi leyje sō̦t jōnhasy, ezi zalen sō̦t luycosy s ezi orrwn sō̦t rhacanhosy mey och pw gaychey.

Caw̦lir eqim wnho meqhanno rere pw mōzy, wch ezi leyje sō̦t jōnhasy, ezi zalen sō̦t luycosy s ezi orrwn sō̦t ābwch pw rhacanhosy, s avwb meqha lwrdache hot rere pw Leyjōnha. S caw̦lā ronha bēƨeme, lāste mhede.

Anh ōgil pw rhēmhinha amoc pw sulas lote mōr. Meqha hot amhor pw las, nhā hot cenhe s hot culstococh, s hegɵt ur īsane mhār, qa actwrh nho meqhan iscom amhorwnim hīsane̦ e̦dar. Wnho meqhanno mājī̦cwch pw mīrhi. Anh cincu pw sārvanha canhome demher meqhadur, pwydo̦qhe jan meqhaj s ramhome:

Mīrhiqo, mīrhiqo ws apaqhorese̦m jon dwnajen,
Qoch mey och pw rhwsamhi hot sw̦nōnhamhor?

Gil ochille mīrhi tōƨɵmh jan meqhaj:

Tava, lāsteqo, hot sw̦nōnhamhor cu cimicu.

Vām lāste hot tarruƨocachast, jom apw billode mhār dus davos rabēche sw̦nh mīrhisw̦n.

Leyjōnha stanhe s anoruce herenc hot ōnhamhor. Qamus wnho meqhanno cenha rhēmhi, meqha ezi amhor sō̦t hīnesy cu cosi̦cu, herenc hot ōnhamhor a lāstejomhac.

Anh cosa̦, qamus apw gil mīrhiqhogil culstoche lāstedar:

Mīrhiqo, mīrhiqo ws apaqhorese̦m jon dwnajen,
Qoch mey och pw rhwsamhi hot sw̦nōnhamhor?

Mīrhi tōƨɵmh jan meqhaj:

Tava, lāsteqo, hot amhor; och hot dōsoch.
Nhā Leyjōnha hot ōnhamhor acantā a tavaca.

(t.b.c.)

Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame."

Soon afterward she had a little daughter who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Little Snow-White. And as soon as the child was born, the queen died.

A year later the king took himself another wife. She was a beautiful woman, but she was proud and arrogant, and she could not stand it if anyone might surpass her in beauty. She had a magic mirror. Every morning she stood before it, looked at herself, and said:

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in this land is fairest of all?

To this the mirror answered:

You, my queen, are fairest of all.

Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the mirror spoke the truth.

Snow-White grew up and became ever more beautiful. When she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the light of day, even more beautiful than the queen herself.

One day when the queen asked her mirror:

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in this land is fairest of all?

It answered:

You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
But Snow-White is a thousand times fairer than you.

(t.b.c.)

The Dominion of Nhoor

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