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تحميل كتاب The Grey King pdf 1975م - 1443هـ The Grey King He remembered Mary had said. They all speak Welsh, most of the time. Even Aunt Jen.' 'Oh, Dear,' said Will. 'Don't worry,' his sister said. 'Sooner or later they switch to English, if they see you're them. Just remember to he patient. And they'll be extra kind because of your having been ill. At least they were to me, after my mumps.' So now Will stood patiently alone on the windy Grey platform of the small station of Tywyn, in a thin drizzle of October rain, writing while two men in the navy-blue railway uniform argued earnestly in Welsh. One of them was small and wizened, gnome-like; the other had soft, squashy look like a man made of dough. The gnome caught sight of Will. 'Beth sy'n bod?' he said. 'Er - excuse me,' Will said. 'My uncle said he'd meet me off the train, in the station yard, but there's no one outside. Could you tell me if there's anywhere else he might have meant?' The gnome shook his head. 'Who's your uncle, then?' inquired the soft-faced man. 'Mr Evans, from Bryn-Crug. Clwyd Farm,' Will said. The gnome chuckled gently. 'David Evans will be a bit fate, boy bach. You have a nice dreamer for an uncle. David Evans will be late when the Last Trump sounds. You just wait a while. On holiday, is it?' Bright dark eyes peered inquisitively into his face. 'Sort of. I've had hepatitis. The doctor said I had to come away to convalesce.' 'Ah!' The man nodded his had sagely. "You look a bit peaky, yes. Come to the right place, though. The air on this coast is very relaxing, they say very relaxing. Even It this time of year.' .