text_original: " Cursed," muttered the red woman, " be the mayor and council of Skongen, who gave us this tower so near the high road for our dwelling ! Perhaps that is not Nychol, now."
text_transcription: CURS MUTTERED THE RED WOMAN BE THE MAYOR AND COUNCIL OF SCONGUN WHO GAVE US THIS TOWER SO NEAR THE HIGH ROAD FOR OUR DWELLING PERHAPS THAT IS NOT NICOL NOW
phonemes: " kˈɜːst," mˈʌɾɚd ðə ɹˈɛd wˈʊmən, " biː ðə mˈeɪɚ ænd kˈaʊnsəl ʌv skˈɑːndʒən, hˌuː ɡˈeɪv ˌʌs ðɪs tˈaʊɚ sˌoʊ nˌɪɹ ðə hˈaɪ ɹˈoʊd fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ dwˈɛlɪŋ ! pɚhˈæps ðæt ɪz nˌɑːt nˈɪkɑːl, nˈaʊ."