Novel & Cerita Canterbury Tales: Prologue Translation

’ He took my hand and led me to a table. The scroll opened and a short passage stared back like one on the back of a jam bottle. ▽ REFLECTO NAMESYX MASCULUS WANN FYRST PROCREATION SECUND SHIELD PRIDDA LANG FERTHE LEOHT What's this? I jerked back, utterly befuddled. The only word I recognise is 'procreation'. If I were to read it like English, 'fyrst', 'secund', 'ferthe' sound very much like 'first', 'second' and 'fourth'.

he asked, fairly certain of his own lack of understanding. Blackridge smiled with amusement. "Not quite. Translation is a known occurrence wherein a man is somewhere and then he isn't. The individual who is translated is carried away as if by the wind and without natural explanation. In one instance, he is somewhere, and in the next, he is another place entirely. There are accounts of this recorded in the Kingsmen Chronicles and a handful besides." "You knew about this?" Avera asked, surprised. "Of course," Blackridge said, mildly perplexed. "It's not a secret."

I said, as I waved my hand and chanted. “Quae visa et videntur et quae non videntur, Hic illa ambulet in inter Nuncius visorum et invisibilium perambulabit hic, Sine visuris vel audituris” (What is seen and what is not seen, Here she walks in between, The messenger of the visible and the invisible will walk through here, Without being seen or heard.”

The expedition to break the curse leads to the road flowing with blood all the way, you have no choice but to do it anyway. After reading the preamble, Lord Yong hands were shivering to go to the next page that might have the full view of expedient. The part that made his stomach churn was the last line of the prologue and its mention of Blood. Lots of questions plagued the mind of Lord Yong at that moment. Taking a deep breath he finally managed to turn to the next page. A shudder went through his body seeing the illustrations, it was something bizarre and mysterious. He curiously started to read the words.

I said, my voice filled with sincerity. Our journey began in a small village nestled in the heart of Europe, where a cryptic clue led us to an ancient monastery. The walls of the monastery were adorned with intricate frescoes depicting forgotten legends and tales of long-lost treasures. The elderly monk, Brother Gregory, guided us through the dimly lit corridors, his voice filled with wisdom as he shared the secrets of the monastery. "Within these walls lie the answers you seek," Brother Gregory said, his voice hushed and reverent. "But be warned, the path you are on is filled with challenges and temptations. Stay true to your purpose, and you shall find what you seek."

“The bible says differently…” “The bible is collective stories of different people’s journey and experiences. Some things can be…” He paused as he thought of the correct word to use. “Lost in translation. It should’ve been used as a guideline, but people aren’t too keen on finding The Almighty for themselves. It’s just easiest to go step by step, but it doesn’t always make it correct.” “Most would beg to differ with that.” The older man shrugged. “It’s just what I think. What do I know? I suppose we will all reach the pearly gates and see what’s true and not.”

The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 46 are: In hoc loco (in hohk loh-koh) Per susurros venti vetusti, (pair soo-soor-rohs wehn-tee weh-toos-tee,) In umbris ubi secreta rarefiunt. (in oom-breess oo-bee seh-kreh-tah rah-reh-fee-oohnt.) Coge veritatem, detegite fallaciam, (koh-geh veh-ree-tah-tehm, deh-teh-gee-teh fahl-lah-kee-ahm,)

What more could he do? Resolving himself he carefully opened up his tattered book to the bookmark and began to read out loud the incantations. Lifting his hands high up he spoke loudly “Ut dignum offeram! Sanguine mundum veni foras! (I offer to the one worthy to receive. By the blood of the pure, come forth!). Nothing happened. His heart shook in fear. “Ut dignum offeram! Sanguine mundum veni foras!” He screamed once more, and once more nothing happened.

Mae questioned suspiciously. Blaze gave her a soft look in an attempt to calm her suspicion. “Our grandmother gifted us with a book that she claims is older than this world. It’s in a strange language and most of it is not translated. One of the few translations is the word ‘priores’ above drawings of fourteen red-eyed beings. It’s Latin for forefathers, also referred to as—“