Oversettelseskonkuransen anno høsten 2006 avstemning.
Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 12:38
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Originalen
Han trakk på skuldrene og myste uinteressert mot rytteren. Så våknet Shiriken. Han kjente hver plante og hvert gresstrå gro på marken. Han hørte fugler i flukt over himmelen. Han følte hjerteslagene til små gnagere under jorden.
Tro ikke at en hette og et par hansker er nok til å skjule seg for en Nattkriger, Dolkemann. Jeg kan høre de hese åndedragene dine. Jeg kan se hvordan du går, bøyer ryggen og beveger armene dine. Jeg kan kjenne hjerteslagene dine igjennom grunnen du står på. Jeg kan lukte stanken av død om deg.
Tusener av tusener av år kan gå, men jeg vil alltid kjenne deg igjen. I en annen verden vil jeg kjenne deg igjen. Jeg vil være en evig gjest i dine mareritt. Vit det, Dolkemann. For hva du har gjort mot meg, vil jeg betale tilbake hundre ganger.
[...]
"Du kommer til å fortelle meg oppdraget ditt. Du kommer til å fortelle meg hva du skulle gjøre i nordlandene. Du kommer til å fortelle meg alt du vet. Kanskje ikke med en gang, men før eller siden vil all din viten bli min."
[...]
Han lot restene av Dolkemannen henge i treet. Liket hang med føttene opp og hodet ned over det lille bålet. Skallen hadde sprukket av varmen. Nå rant hjernemassen ut som skittent vann.
Forslag 1
Shrugging, he gazed lazily at the rider. Then Shiriken awoke. He could sense every plant and every straw of grass growing in the earth beneath him. He could hear birds in the sky. He could feel the heartbeats of tiny rodents under ground.
Never think that a hood and a pair of gloves is enough to hide from a Warrior of the Night, Bladesman. I can hear your hoarse respiration. I can see how you walk, bending your back and moving your arms. I can feel your pulse through the ground below your feet. I can smell the stench of death that surrounds you.
Thousands upon thousands of years can pass, but I will always recognize you. In another world, I will recognize you. I will visit you forever in your nightmares. Know this, Bladesman. For what you have done to me, I will repay you a hundred times.
[...]
“You will tell me of your mission. You will tell me what business you had in the Northlands. You will tell me everything you know. Maybe not immediately, but sooner or later all your knowledge will be mine.”
[...]
He left the remains of the Bladesman hanging in the tree. The corpse hung there, feet up, head down, above the small fire. The heat had made his skull crack, and now his brain was leaking out like muddy water.
Forslag 2.
He shrugged and blinked indifferently towards the horseman. Then the Shirik woke. He felt every plant and every straw of grass grow on the field. He heard birds in flight over the sky. He felt the heartbeats of little rhodents under the earth.
Do not believe that a hood and a pair of gloves is enough to hide from a Nightwarrior, Daggerman. I can hear your hoarse breaths. I can see how you walk, bend your back and move your arms. I can feel your hearbeats through the ground on which you stand. I can smell the stench of death about you.
Thousands of thousands of years may pass, but I will always know you. In another world I would know you. I will be an eternal guest in your nightmares. Know that, Daggerman. For what you have done to me, I will pay back hundredfold.
[...]
"You will tell me your mission. You will tell me what you were about to do in the northlands. You will tell me all you know. Maybe not at once, but sooner or later all your knowledge will be mine."
[...]
He let the remains of the Daggerman hanging from the tree. The body hung feet up, with the head down above the small fire. The skull had cracked from the heat. Now the brain matter spilled out like filthy water.
Forslag 3
He shrugged and squinted indifferently at the horseman. Then Shiriken awoke. He could feel every plant and every blade of grass growing on the ground. He could hear birds in flight across the sky. He could sense the heartbeat of small rodents below the earth.
Do not believe that a hood and a pair of gloves is enough to hide from a Nightwarrior, Daggerman. I can hear your hoarse breathing. I can see the way you walk, the way you bend your back and move your arms. I can feel your heartbeat through the ground you stand upon. I can smell the stench of death around you.
Thousands upon thousands of years may pass, but I will always know you. In another world I will know you. I will forever haunt your dreams. Know this, Daggerman. Because what you have done to me, I will repay a hundredfold.
[...]
"You will tell me about your quest. You will tell me what you were going to do in the Northlands. You will tell me everything you know. Perhaps not at once, but sooner or later all your knowledge will become mine."
[...]
He let the remains of the Daggerman hang from the tree. The corpse hung with its feet up and its head down above the small fire. The heat had made the skull crack. Now the brains were trickling out like dirty water.
Forslag 4
He shrugged and squinted uninterested at the rider. Then Shiriken awoke. He felt every weed and herb grow in the meadow. He felt the beat of wings as birds fled across the sky. He even felt the heartbeats of the rodents underneath him.
A hood and a pair of gloves hold no veil for a Nightwarrior, Edgedancer. I can hear your hoarse breath wheeze through your teeth. I recognize your walk, your arched back and the way you move your hands. Your heart is a beating drum and I can feel the vibrations rattle the ground you walk. The stench of death surrounds you like vultures on a bloated corpse.
Ages may pass, but I will always know the mark of your soul. Hide yourself in a different world and, it will give you no surcease, for I will find you. Your nightmares will for eternity be riddled by your fear for me. Witness, Edgedancer. What you have inflicted upon me is about to be repaid a hundred times and more.
(…)
“You will tell me off you mission. You will tell me of your purpose in the northern reaches. Your every thought shall be mine. Maybe not this very moment, but eventually your mind will have no secrets left to tell.”
(…)
He let the remnants of the Edgedancer hang in the tree. The corpses head hung peacefully over the small fire. The heat had made the skull crack. Gray matter ran like a polluted stream down the Edgedancers chin.
Forslag 5
Shrugging, he squinted without interest at the horseman. Then Shiriken woke up. He felt every plant, every straw of grass, growing on the ground. He heard birds in flight across the sky. He felt the hearts of small, underground rodents beating.
Do not believe a hood and a set of gloves is sufficient to hide from a Night Warrior, Dirk. I can hear your hoarse breaths. I can see how you walk, bend your back and move your arms. I can feel your heart-beats through the ground you tread on. I can smell the stench of death about you.
Thousands upon thousands of years may pass by, but I will always recognize you. In another world I will recognize you. I will eternally guest your nightmares. Know this, Dirk. For what you have done to me, I shall repay you hundredfold.
[...]
"You will tell me of your mission. You will tell me what you were to do in the north-lands. You will tell me all that you know. Maybe not at first, but sooner or later all your knowledge will be mine."
[...]
He let the remains of the Dirk hang in the tree. The corpse hung feet up, head down, above the small fire. The skull had cracked from the heat. The brain matter was pouring out like filthy water.
Forslag 6
He shrugged and scuinted uninterested against the rider. Then Shiriken woke up. He felt every plant and every grass grow under him on the ground. He heard birds flee in the sky. He felt the heartbeats of little rodents under ground.
Do not believe a hood and two glowes is enough to hide from a Warrior of the Night, Man of Daggers. I can hear your hearse breaths. I can see how you walk, bend your back and move your arms. I can feel your heartbeats trough the ground you stand on. I can smell the stench of death from you.
Thousand of year can pass, but I will allways recognize you. In an other world I will recognize you. I will be an everlasting guest in you nightmares. Know this, Man of Daggers. Because what you have done to me, I will repay you houndredfold.
[...]
“You are going to tell me about your mission. You are going to tell me what you were going to do in the northern lands. You are going to tell me everything you know. Maybe not at once, but sooner or later will all of your knowledge be mine.
[...]
He let the rest of the Man of Daggers hang in the tree. The corpse hang with feets up and head down against the little fire. The skull had cracked by the heat. Now the mass of the brain flumed out like dirty water.
Måtte den beste vinne. Hvis jeg har glemt noen, skyt meg. Som sist, stem før du blir med i den livlige diskusjonen som følger om alle de forskjellige forslagene.
edit: La til originalen.
Originalen
Han trakk på skuldrene og myste uinteressert mot rytteren. Så våknet Shiriken. Han kjente hver plante og hvert gresstrå gro på marken. Han hørte fugler i flukt over himmelen. Han følte hjerteslagene til små gnagere under jorden.
Tro ikke at en hette og et par hansker er nok til å skjule seg for en Nattkriger, Dolkemann. Jeg kan høre de hese åndedragene dine. Jeg kan se hvordan du går, bøyer ryggen og beveger armene dine. Jeg kan kjenne hjerteslagene dine igjennom grunnen du står på. Jeg kan lukte stanken av død om deg.
Tusener av tusener av år kan gå, men jeg vil alltid kjenne deg igjen. I en annen verden vil jeg kjenne deg igjen. Jeg vil være en evig gjest i dine mareritt. Vit det, Dolkemann. For hva du har gjort mot meg, vil jeg betale tilbake hundre ganger.
[...]
"Du kommer til å fortelle meg oppdraget ditt. Du kommer til å fortelle meg hva du skulle gjøre i nordlandene. Du kommer til å fortelle meg alt du vet. Kanskje ikke med en gang, men før eller siden vil all din viten bli min."
[...]
Han lot restene av Dolkemannen henge i treet. Liket hang med føttene opp og hodet ned over det lille bålet. Skallen hadde sprukket av varmen. Nå rant hjernemassen ut som skittent vann.
Forslag 1
Shrugging, he gazed lazily at the rider. Then Shiriken awoke. He could sense every plant and every straw of grass growing in the earth beneath him. He could hear birds in the sky. He could feel the heartbeats of tiny rodents under ground.
Never think that a hood and a pair of gloves is enough to hide from a Warrior of the Night, Bladesman. I can hear your hoarse respiration. I can see how you walk, bending your back and moving your arms. I can feel your pulse through the ground below your feet. I can smell the stench of death that surrounds you.
Thousands upon thousands of years can pass, but I will always recognize you. In another world, I will recognize you. I will visit you forever in your nightmares. Know this, Bladesman. For what you have done to me, I will repay you a hundred times.
[...]
“You will tell me of your mission. You will tell me what business you had in the Northlands. You will tell me everything you know. Maybe not immediately, but sooner or later all your knowledge will be mine.”
[...]
He left the remains of the Bladesman hanging in the tree. The corpse hung there, feet up, head down, above the small fire. The heat had made his skull crack, and now his brain was leaking out like muddy water.
Forslag 2.
He shrugged and blinked indifferently towards the horseman. Then the Shirik woke. He felt every plant and every straw of grass grow on the field. He heard birds in flight over the sky. He felt the heartbeats of little rhodents under the earth.
Do not believe that a hood and a pair of gloves is enough to hide from a Nightwarrior, Daggerman. I can hear your hoarse breaths. I can see how you walk, bend your back and move your arms. I can feel your hearbeats through the ground on which you stand. I can smell the stench of death about you.
Thousands of thousands of years may pass, but I will always know you. In another world I would know you. I will be an eternal guest in your nightmares. Know that, Daggerman. For what you have done to me, I will pay back hundredfold.
[...]
"You will tell me your mission. You will tell me what you were about to do in the northlands. You will tell me all you know. Maybe not at once, but sooner or later all your knowledge will be mine."
[...]
He let the remains of the Daggerman hanging from the tree. The body hung feet up, with the head down above the small fire. The skull had cracked from the heat. Now the brain matter spilled out like filthy water.
Forslag 3
He shrugged and squinted indifferently at the horseman. Then Shiriken awoke. He could feel every plant and every blade of grass growing on the ground. He could hear birds in flight across the sky. He could sense the heartbeat of small rodents below the earth.
Do not believe that a hood and a pair of gloves is enough to hide from a Nightwarrior, Daggerman. I can hear your hoarse breathing. I can see the way you walk, the way you bend your back and move your arms. I can feel your heartbeat through the ground you stand upon. I can smell the stench of death around you.
Thousands upon thousands of years may pass, but I will always know you. In another world I will know you. I will forever haunt your dreams. Know this, Daggerman. Because what you have done to me, I will repay a hundredfold.
[...]
"You will tell me about your quest. You will tell me what you were going to do in the Northlands. You will tell me everything you know. Perhaps not at once, but sooner or later all your knowledge will become mine."
[...]
He let the remains of the Daggerman hang from the tree. The corpse hung with its feet up and its head down above the small fire. The heat had made the skull crack. Now the brains were trickling out like dirty water.
Forslag 4
He shrugged and squinted uninterested at the rider. Then Shiriken awoke. He felt every weed and herb grow in the meadow. He felt the beat of wings as birds fled across the sky. He even felt the heartbeats of the rodents underneath him.
A hood and a pair of gloves hold no veil for a Nightwarrior, Edgedancer. I can hear your hoarse breath wheeze through your teeth. I recognize your walk, your arched back and the way you move your hands. Your heart is a beating drum and I can feel the vibrations rattle the ground you walk. The stench of death surrounds you like vultures on a bloated corpse.
Ages may pass, but I will always know the mark of your soul. Hide yourself in a different world and, it will give you no surcease, for I will find you. Your nightmares will for eternity be riddled by your fear for me. Witness, Edgedancer. What you have inflicted upon me is about to be repaid a hundred times and more.
(…)
“You will tell me off you mission. You will tell me of your purpose in the northern reaches. Your every thought shall be mine. Maybe not this very moment, but eventually your mind will have no secrets left to tell.”
(…)
He let the remnants of the Edgedancer hang in the tree. The corpses head hung peacefully over the small fire. The heat had made the skull crack. Gray matter ran like a polluted stream down the Edgedancers chin.
Forslag 5
Shrugging, he squinted without interest at the horseman. Then Shiriken woke up. He felt every plant, every straw of grass, growing on the ground. He heard birds in flight across the sky. He felt the hearts of small, underground rodents beating.
Do not believe a hood and a set of gloves is sufficient to hide from a Night Warrior, Dirk. I can hear your hoarse breaths. I can see how you walk, bend your back and move your arms. I can feel your heart-beats through the ground you tread on. I can smell the stench of death about you.
Thousands upon thousands of years may pass by, but I will always recognize you. In another world I will recognize you. I will eternally guest your nightmares. Know this, Dirk. For what you have done to me, I shall repay you hundredfold.
[...]
"You will tell me of your mission. You will tell me what you were to do in the north-lands. You will tell me all that you know. Maybe not at first, but sooner or later all your knowledge will be mine."
[...]
He let the remains of the Dirk hang in the tree. The corpse hung feet up, head down, above the small fire. The skull had cracked from the heat. The brain matter was pouring out like filthy water.
Forslag 6
He shrugged and scuinted uninterested against the rider. Then Shiriken woke up. He felt every plant and every grass grow under him on the ground. He heard birds flee in the sky. He felt the heartbeats of little rodents under ground.
Do not believe a hood and two glowes is enough to hide from a Warrior of the Night, Man of Daggers. I can hear your hearse breaths. I can see how you walk, bend your back and move your arms. I can feel your heartbeats trough the ground you stand on. I can smell the stench of death from you.
Thousand of year can pass, but I will allways recognize you. In an other world I will recognize you. I will be an everlasting guest in you nightmares. Know this, Man of Daggers. Because what you have done to me, I will repay you houndredfold.
[...]
“You are going to tell me about your mission. You are going to tell me what you were going to do in the northern lands. You are going to tell me everything you know. Maybe not at once, but sooner or later will all of your knowledge be mine.
[...]
He let the rest of the Man of Daggers hang in the tree. The corpse hang with feets up and head down against the little fire. The skull had cracked by the heat. Now the mass of the brain flumed out like dirty water.
Måtte den beste vinne. Hvis jeg har glemt noen, skyt meg. Som sist, stem før du blir med i den livlige diskusjonen som følger om alle de forskjellige forslagene.
edit: La til originalen.