tlhIngan-Hol Archive: Wed Dec 04 19:02:01 1996
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story, part 3
- From: "Deborah Kay" <[email protected]>
- Subject: story, part 3
- Date: Thu, 5 Dec 96 00:52:03 UT
lut 'ay' wejDIch vIlI'. (I know there are some rough spots here.
Grammarians, thank you for your suggestions and corrections. I read them all.
SuStel, only seven parts to go after this!)
pawpa' jajlo', vem be'nI'pu' 'ej Sutchaj tuQmoH.
vavchajvaD ja'. chaHvaD betleHmey chu' tajmey chu' je nob.
"reH retlhrajDaq tIpol," jatlh vavchaj.
vItpu' DareS. qaStaHvIS jaj chaHvaD jach vav.
qet chaH 'ej Suv 'ej QI' Dup paq lulaD 'ej qetqa' 'ej Suvqa' .
leS 'e' chaw'be vav.
nom vavchaj lob be'nI'pu' 'ach reH belHa' vavchaj.
luyonmoHlaHbe' puqbe'Daj.
"yIruchqa'," jatlhtaH vavchaj.
ghIrpu'DI' juHHov, vaj leS ghaH 'e' chaw' vavchaj.
Hur raQHey lucher.
Doy'qu' ghaH 'ej SoplaHbe'.
chaHvaD mopmey lang nob vavchaj 'ej bIrmo' ram taDbej be'nI'pu'.
nIteb mejmoH vav.
Hovmey bingDaq jatlhchuq be'Hompu'.
jatlh pe'lora, "'oy' porghwIj naQ."
jatlh velqa, "jI'oy' je.
'ach nuHoSghajchoHba' 'oy'maj."
"SuvwI'pu' DImoj wIneHmo', nupar vav 'e' DaQub'a'?" tlhob pe'lora.
"ghobe', numuSHa'bej. vav DavoqnIS," pe'lora qawmoH velqa.
ram muDDaq cholchuq benI'pu' ej Qong.
nIbchu' Hoch jaj. QIt qaS DIS.
puqbe'DajvaD jatlh vav, "SuvwI' yIn qelbogh Sovna' boghaj.
batlh Suvangmo' jIHem. MajQa'.
DaH QI''ampaS la'a'vaD Dochmey boSovbogh bo'angnIS.
la'a' vISuchmo' DaHjaj SuleSlaH."
mon vengDaq leng vav pe'lora velqa je.
QI' 'ampaS ghoS 'ej la''a'vaD jatlh.
"SuvwI'pu' mojmeH DuSaQlijDaq chIDrup puqbe'pu'wI'.
mon 'ej jatlh la''a', "naDev HaD pagh be'."
"vISov, 'ach yapbej Sovchaj. tIyu' 'ej manghompu' DawIvbogh Suv
be'Hompu'wI'."
"not Qu'mey vInobbogh ta'bej be'Hompu'," Qub la''a'.
IlHa'taHvIS, vavchajvaD jatlh la''a',"jIQochbe'."
"wa'leS vIqem," jang DareS.
Before the dawn arrived, the girls woke up and put on their clothes. They
reported to their father. He gave them new knives and new betleth. "Always
keep these with you," he said. Father had told the truth. During the day he
yelled at them. They ran, they fought, read a book on military strategy, then
ran and fought again. Father would not permit them to rest. They quickly
obeyed their father, but he never was pleased. His daughters couldn't satisfy
him. "Do it again," he kept saying.
When the sun went down, he permitted them to rest. Outside, they made a camp.
They were too tired to eat. Their father gave them thin robes and because
the night was cold, they froze. Father left them alone. The girls talked to
each other under the stars. Pelora said, "My whole body hurts." "Mine, too,"
said Velka, "but our pain will make us powerful." "Do you think that father
dislikes us because we want to be warriors?" asked Pelora. "No, he certainly
loves us. You need to trust father," Velqa reminded Pelora. They drew closer
together in the night air and slept.
Each day was exactly like the other. The year seemed to go by slowly. The
father said to his daughters, "You have knowledge of a warrior's life. I am
proud because you have acted honorably. Well done. Now you must show the
commandant of the military academy what you know. Today you can rest because
I will visit the commandant.
Velka's and Pelora's father traveled to the capitol city. He went to the
military academy and spoke to the commandant. "My daughters are ready to be
admitted to your school to become warriors. The commandant smiled and said,
"No woman has studied here." "I know, but they have enough knowledge.
Question them and my daughters will fight any cadets that you choose." The
commandant thought that the girls will never accomplish the tasks he would
give them. With insincerity he said, "I agree." "Tomorrow I will bring
them," replied their father.
rIn lut 'a'y wejDIch
Deborah