text_original: "Young man," said the priest, "that poor parchment 182 HANS OF ICELAND. may perhaps protect you better than your steel blade. The gaze of a penitent man is more potent than the arch  angel's sword. Farewell ! My prisoners await me.
text_transcription: YOUNG MAN SAID THE PRIEST THAT POOR PARCHMENT MAY PERHAPS PROTECT YOU BETTER THAN YOUR STEEL BLADE THE GAZE OF A PENITENT MAN IS MORE POTENT THAN THE ARCHANGEL'S SWORD FAREWELL MY PRISONERS AWAIT ME
phonemes: "jˈʌŋ mˈæn," sˈɛd ðə pɹˈiːst, "ðæt pˈʊɹ pˈɑːɹtʃmənt wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi tˈuː hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. mˈeɪ pɚhˈæps pɹətˈɛkt juː bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn jʊɹ stˈiːl blˈeɪd. ðə ɡˈeɪz əvə pˈɛnɪtənt mˈæn ɪz mˈɔːɹ pˈoʊtənt ðɐn ðɪ ˈɑːɹtʃ ˈeɪndʒəlz sˈɔːɹd. fɛɹwˈɛl ! maɪ pɹˈɪzənɚz ɐwˈeɪt mˌiː.