text_original: The ringing clatter of a spear that fell among granite stones came thinly to Garry as he saw the black form of Horab, king of another day, spin dizzily from the rock on which he stood.
text_transcription: THE RINGING CLATTER OF A SPEAR THAT FELL AMONG GRANITE STONES CAME THINLY TO GARRY AS HE SAW THE BLACK FORM OF HORAB KING OF ANOTHER DAY SPIN DIZZILY FROM THE ROCK ON WHICH HE STOOD
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɪŋɪŋ klˈæɾɚɹ əvə spˈɪɹ ðæt fˈɛl ɐmˌʌŋ ɡɹˈænɪt stˈoʊnz kˈeɪm θˈɪnli tə ɡˈæɹi æz hiː sˈɔː ðə blˈæk fˈɔːɹm ʌv hˈɔːɹæb, kˈɪŋ ʌv ɐnˈʌðɚ dˈeɪ, spˈɪn dˈɪzɪli fɹʌmðə ɹˈɑːk ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ hiː stˈʊd.