[Written very carefully, very meticulously.]
"And tho his wandrings bore him oe'r barren stone and harsh crag, threwe forest dense and ice and snow, bless'd Elua didst come alast to a land sun-gylded, where grewe olives ripe, and melon and grape, and the folk turned not away in feare, but ope'd thir arms in eager welcome. And Elua and his
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I believe I can translate it into Haibru, if you'd like.
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It just sounds familiar.
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A thousand years ago, more than a thousand years, the One God's son, Yeshua ben Yosef, died upon a wooden cross. His side was pierced by a spear, and the blood from that wound fell to the Earth, with the Magdalene's tears. Their love, unsealed, was taken pity on by Mother Earth, and She conceived for them in Her womb. Blessed Elua was born of that union.
But he was misbegotten and reviled; Tiberians and Yeshuites alike cast him out, and he wandered. Flowers bloomed where his feet trod, but everywhere he went, he was feared for being strange. The One God scorned him, consumed by grief for his true son.
The King of Persis cast him in chains, and that brought Elua's Companions to him: Naamah was the first. She laid with the King for a night so that Elua may go free. He was released, and others joined him - clever Shemhazai, gentle Eisheth and kind Anael, proud Azza and martial Camael, and [A pause] Kushiel with his cruel mercy. And Cassiel, who came in duty to the compassion the One God had forgotten ( ... )
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I'm sorry, my lady - betimes it's difficult to keep track of all this writing. Have we met?
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And your name, sir?
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