text_original: The son of one of my mortal foes is called Ordener." 4 50 HANS OF ICELAND. " Perhaps, my lord Count, this mortal foe feels greater kindness for you than you for him." " You evade my question ; but keep your secret. I might learn that the fruit which quenches my thirst is a poison which will destroy me."
text_transcription: THE SON OF ONE OF MY MORTAL FOES IS CALLED ORDINAR PERHAPS MY LORD COUNT THIS MORTAL FOE FEELS GREATER KINDNESS FOR YOU THAN YOU FOR HIM YOU EVADE MY QUESTION BUT KEEP YOUR SECRET I MIGHT LEARN THAT THE FRUIT WHICH QUENCHES MY THIRST IS A POISON WHICH WILL DESTROY ME
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn ʌv wˈʌn ʌv maɪ mˈɔːɹɾəl fˈoʊz ɪz kˈɔːld ˈɔːɹdənɚ." fˈɔːɹ fˈɪfti hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. " pɚhˈæps, maɪ lˈɔːɹd kˈaʊnt, ðɪs mˈɔːɹɾəl fˈoʊ fˈiːlz ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ kˈaɪndnəs fɔːɹ juː ðɐn juː fɔːɹ hˌɪm." " juː ɪvˈeɪd maɪ kwˈɛstʃən ; bˌʌt kˈiːp jʊɹ sˈiːkɹᵻt. aɪ mˌaɪt lˈɜːn ðætðə fɹˈuːt wˌɪtʃ kwˈɛntʃᵻz maɪ θˈɜːst ɪz ɐ pˈɔɪzən wˌɪtʃ wɪl dᵻstɹˈɔɪ mˌiː."