So began Ceobe the Storyteller her tale under the classroom's door frame on a pleasant morning: If it pleases you, lords and ladies, I'd love to tell a story about a metal crab, a mistress, and a table loaded with desserts; about how a lost soul found its way true—a design unchanged in tales of adventure both novel and antique.
Um... A ray of light shone out through the 
dark clouds, illuminating the path forward.
Ähm … Ein Lichtstrahl brach durch
A ver…
Hum…
Mmm... Un raggio di luce
brillava attraverso le nuvole scure,
Hum... Um raio de luz atravessou brilhando as nuvens escuras, iluminando o caminho à frente.
Эм-м... Сквозь темные тучи пробился луч света, осветив путь вперед.