Audiobook- The Princess Bride- With Dialogue
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African (General) North American (General) North American (US New York, New Jersey, Bronx, Brooklyn) Spanish (General)Transcript
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Lauren wacko audiobook, The Princess Bride. Page 91 Dusk was closing in when Buttercup crested the hill. She was perhaps half a Knauer from the castle, and her ride was 3/4 done. Suddenly she reined horse for standing in the dimness. Beyond was the strangest trio she had ever seen. The man had front was dark Sicilian, perhaps with the gentle ist face, almost angelic. He had one leg too short and the makings of a humpback, but he moved forward toward her with a surprising speed and nimbleness. The other two remained rooted. The second, also dark, probably Spanish, was as erect in slender as the blade of steel that was attached to his side. The third man, moustachioed perhaps a Turk, was easily the biggest human being she had ever seen. A word this Sicilian said, raising his arms. His smile was more angelic than his face. Buttercup halted speak. We are but war circus performers, the Sicilian explained. It is dark and we are lost. We were told there was a village nearby that might enjoy our scales. You are miss informed, Buttercup said. There is no one, not for many miles. Then there will be No. One to hear you scream, the Sicilian said as he jumped toward her face with a frightening agility. That was all that, Buttercup remembered. Perhaps she did scream, but if she did, it was more from terror than anything else, because certainly there was no pain. His hands expertly touched places on her neck and unconsciousness came. She awoke to the lapping of water. She was wrapped in a blanket, and the giant Turk was putting her in the bottom of a boat. For a moment, she was about to talk. But then, when they began talking, she thought it better to listen. After she had listened for a moment, it got harder and harder to hear because of the terrible pounding of her heart. I think you should kill her now, the Turk said. The less you think the happier I'll be. This Sicilian answered. There was the sound of a ripping cloth. What is that? The Spaniard asked the same as I attached to her saddle, this Sicilian replied fabric from the uniform of an officer of guilder. I still think the Turk began. She must be found dead on the guilder frontier or we will not be paid the remainder of our feet. Is that clear enough for you? I just feel better when I know what's going on. That's all, the Turk mumbled. People are always thinking I'm so stupid because I'm big and strong and sometimes I drool a little when I get excited. The reason people think you're so stupid, the Sicilian said, is because you're so stupid. It has nothing to do with your drooling. There came the sound of a flapping sale. What? Your heads, the Spaniard cautioned. And then the boat was moving. The people of Floren will not take her death. Well, I shouldn't think she has become beloved. There will be war. The Sicilian agreed. We have been paid to start it. It's a highlight of work to be an expert in, and if we do this perfectly, there will be a continual demand for our services. Well, I don't like it all that much, the Spaniard said. Frankly, I wish you had refused