tlhIngan-Hol Archive: Fri Dec 20 19:08:40 1996
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story, part 8
- From: "Deborah Kay" <[email protected]>
- Subject: story, part 8
- Date: Sat, 21 Dec 96 02:59:38 UT
HurghDaq bIjDaj loS velqa jachDI' gogh, "bIjmey."
QIt Qam velqa. pa' tlheDvIp, 'ach not luSov.
lojmIt poSmoH mangHom 'ej yej yotlhDaq thlej velqa.
Dat ghom bIj Hevbogh latlhpu''e'.
"petor, nachDu'raj tIpepHa', DeSDu'raj tIpep."
lob Hoch. nachchaj DungDaq nuHmey 'uch mangHom puS.
bIjDaj wa'DIch 'oHmo', pagh 'uch velqa.
"pevIHQo' 'ej pejatlhQo'," lura'lu'.
ram naQ SIStaHqu'.
'oy' velqa DeSDu' 'ach qevpobDaj qel 'ej jeghrupbe'.
rInpa' ram, Doy'qu velqa 'ach Somraw vIHbe'.
chalDaq tosDI' juHHov, Hu' net chaw'.
Qatlh be'nI'pu' yInmey. malIq pIchlu'.
pa'Daj HIpmeyDaj je Say'taH cha'. reH luchDaj luqeng. ghaHvaD SojDaj lujab.
chaw'chugh malIq, SoplaH chaH. rut ghungqu'.
QaghHommeyvaD chaH qIp malIq 'ej chaH pupmeH DaSpu'meyDaj lo'.
Hoch legh la''a'. tlheDmeH be'Hompu', bIjmey ral chaw'taH.
qaSpu'DI' Hoghmey law' mon la'a' 'e' mev.
chIch ratlh be'nI'pu'. valmo' 'ej mulmo' le' chavmeychaj.
'ach be'Hompu' muS Hoch mangHompu'.
DoHa' poH tlhab ghajDI' mangHompu' 'ej jatlhlaH, velqavaD pe'loravaD je jatlh
pagh.
pawDI', chaHvaD DubDu'chaj tlhe' HochHom. mobqu' pe'lora velqa je.
tay'mo', ghu'vam SIQlaH.
be'Hompu' tungHa' betleH pIn'a' neH.
po'bej Hoch be'nI'.
qeqtaHvIS, chaH naD pIn'a' 'ej qaStaHvIS poHvetlh neH Quch be'nI'pu'.
qaStaHvIS ram reH ja'chuq.
qaSpu'DI' jav jar, Sot pe'lora. "jI'Itqu',velqa. vImuplu'taH vIneHbe'. vay'
vIbellaHbe'. DaH, vavwI' vIlegh vIneH."
"bIving 'e' yImev. naDev bIratlhchugh, vaj DaleghlaHbe'. yItlheD." jatlh
velqa, qeHtaHvIS. moghchu' ghaH.
"bInaS 'ej bImatlhHa' SoH," jang pe'lora, 'IqtaHvIS. "jItaHlaHbe'ba'."
"jIQoS, jIDoy' neH. maSuvchuq luneH. matay'DI' maHoS. bIratlh 'e' vIneH
'ach bItuHbe' bItlheDchugh. mamejmeH, che'wI'pu' wIH Da. jIratlhnIS.
maratlhmo', QeH la''a, 'ach jISaHbe'. qa'wIj lucharghbe' jay'." 'Iwqu' velqa.
pe'lora SeymoH velqa mu'mey.
"chaq may' vIlujbe'. not SoH qatlheD."'Iw pe'lora. "jIratlhrup je."
Velka waited in the dark, when a voice cried out, "Punishments." Slowly she
stood. She was afraid to leave the room, but they would never know it. A
cadet opened the door and she followed him to the parade ground. Others who
were being punished assembled there. "Kneel, heads down, arms up." Everyone
obeyed. A few cadets held weapons above their heads. Because it was her
first punishment, Velka held nothing.
"Don't move and don't speak," they were commanded. The entire night it rained
in torrents. Velka's arms ached, but she considered her cheek and she wasn't
ready to surrender. Before the night was over, Velka really ached, but she
didn't move a muscle. When the sun rose, they were permitted to get up.
The sisters' lives were difficult and Malik was to blame. Both continually
cleaned his room and his uniforms. They always carried his gear. They served
him his food. If he permitted it, they could eat. Sometimes they starved.
For minor errors, Malik hit them and kicked them with his boot spikes. The
commandant saw everything. He permitted the violent punishments to continue
so that the girls would leave.
After many weeks went by, the commandant stopped smiling. Intentionally, the
sisters stayed. Their achievements were exceptional because they were smart
and determined. However, all of the cadets hated the girls. Unfortunately,
when they had free time and could speak, no one would speak to them. When
they arrived, most would turn their backs to them. Pelora and Velka were
isolated. Because they were together, they could endure it.
Only the betleth master encouraged them. While they were training, he praised
them and during that time only, they were happy. During the night, they
always spoke to one another. After six months had elapsed, Pelora was
distressed. "I'm so depressed, Velka. I don't want to be hit constantly. I
can't please anyone. I want to see father now." "Stop whining! If you stay
here, you can't see him. Leave." Velka said angrily. She was perfectly
frustrated. "You are vicious and disloyal," replied Pelora sadly. "I
obviously can't go on. "I'm sorry. I'm merely tired. They want us to fight
each other. When we are together, we are strong. I want you to stay, but you
will not be shamed if you leave. They behave as tyrants so we will leave. I
must stay. Because we remain, the commandant is angry, but I don't care.
They will not get the better of me," vowed Velka. Velka's words excited
Pelora. "Perhaps I have not lost the battle. "I will never leave you," swore
Pelora. "I'm ready to stay too."
rIn lut 'ay' chorghDIch.
Deborah