And it is what they began to say to him tetrahedrally then, the

masters, what way was he.

— He’s giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived.

— Yerra, why dat, my leader?

— Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah?

— Or his wind’s from the wrong cut, says Ned of the Hill.

— Lesten!

— Why so and speak up, do you hear me, you sir?

— Or he’s rehearsing somewan’s funeral.

— Whisht outathat! Hubba’s up!

Y esto es lo que empezaron a decirle tetraeticalmente, los maestros, que por dónde andaba.

–Está dándolo, el primer llanto. Yun vive.

–Zii, y ezo por qué, mi guía?

–Vaya, está borracho o qué chiquillo?

–¡E cusha!

–Po qué, habla, me oye oiga?

–Oh está ensayando el funeral de alguien.

—¡Shhh!  ¡zape!