text_original: Master," repeated Spiagudry, in a louder tone, which, combined with a blow from the trunk of a tree, aroused Ordener, " fear nothing. The bowmen turned to the right with the hermit when they left the tower, and we are far enough away from them to venture to speak. It is true that silence was most prudent until now."
text_transcription: MASTER REPEATED SKIAGATRI IN A LOUDER TONE WHICH COMBINED WITH A BLOW FROM THE TRUNK OF A TREE AROUSED ORDNAM FEAR NOTHING THE BOWMAN TURNED TO THE RIGHT WITH THE HERMIT WHEN THEY LEFT THE TOWER AND WE ARE FAR ENOUGH AWAY FROM THEM TO VENTURE TO SPEAK IT IS TRUE THAT SILENCE WAS MOST PRUDENT UNTIL NOW
phonemes: mˈæstɚ," ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd spˈaɪəɡˌʌdɹi, ɪn ɐ lˈaʊdɚ tˈoʊn, wˈɪtʃ, kəmbˈaɪnd wɪð ɐ blˈoʊ fɹʌmðə tɹˈʌŋk əvə tɹˈiː, ɚɹˈaʊzd ˈɔːɹdənɚ, " fˈɪɹ nˈʌθɪŋ. ðə bˈoʊmɛn tˈɜːnd tə ðə ɹˈaɪt wɪððə hˈɜːmɪt wɛn ðeɪ lˈɛft ðə tˈaʊɚ, ænd wiː ɑːɹ fˈɑːɹ ɪnˈʌf ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm ðˌɛm tə vˈɛntʃɚ tə spˈiːk. ɪɾ ɪz tɹˈuː ðæt sˈaɪləns wʌz mˈoʊst pɹˈuːdənt ʌntˈɪl nˈaʊ."