text_original: Clotilda was indulging in happy daydreams about her grandchildren, when a warrior suddenly appeared before her, carrying a naked sword in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other. He roughly said: "Thy sons, our lords, great and glorious queen, are waiting until thou sendest them word how thy grandsons shall be treated.
text_transcription: CLOTILDA WAS INDULGING IN HAPPY DAY DREAMS ABOUT HER GRANDCHILDREN WHEN A WARRIOR SUDDENLY APPEARED BEFORE HER CARRYING A NAKED SWORD IN ONE HAND AND A PAIR OF SCISSORS IN THE OTHER HE ROUGHLY SAID THY SONS OUR LORDS GREAT AND GLORIOUS QUEEN ARE WAITING UNTIL THOU SENDEST THEM WORD HOW THY GRANDSONS SHALL BE TREATED
phonemes: klˈɑːɾɪldə wʌz ɪndˈʌldʒɪŋ ɪn hˈæpi dˈeɪdɹiːmz ɐbˌaʊt hɜː ɡɹˈændtʃɪldɹən, wˌɛn ɐ wˈɔːɹɪɚ sˈʌdənli ɐpˈɪɹd bᵻfˈɔːɹ hɜː, kˈæɹiɪŋ ɐ nˈeɪkᵻd sˈɔːɹd ɪn wˈʌn hˈænd, ænd ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv sˈɪsɚz ɪnðɪ ˈʌðɚ. hiː ɹˈʌfli sˈɛd: "ðˌaɪ sˈʌnz, ˌaʊɚ lˈɔːɹdz, ɡɹˈeɪt ænd ɡlˈɔːɹiəs kwˈiːn, ɑːɹ wˈeɪɾɪŋ ʌntˈɪl ðˈaʊ sˈɛndɪst ðˌɛm wˈɜːd hˌaʊ ðˌaɪ ɡɹˈændsʌnz ʃˌæl biː tɹˈiːɾᵻd.