那时，耶利米亚闲着地将战俱乐部摇摆到他的肩膀上，球的重量像弹射器的手臂一样鞠躬。门静止不动，土地的元素气味升至他的鼻孔，一种活力和腐烂，出生和死亡的气味。他看上去很脸。他说：“来去找我。”
(At that, Jeremias idly swung the war club to his shoulder, where the weight of the ball bowed it like the arm of a catapult. The door stood open still and the elemental scent of the land rose to his nostrils, a scent of vitality and decay, of birth and death. He looked the Jongheer full in the face. "Come and get me," he said.)