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T-karen-R10c-v2 — Kielland, «Karen» ¶1–15, under R10 v1.0 against A-mchugh-presence

What this is and why it exists. A second, independent R10c rendering of the 799-word Norwegian unit that T-karen-R10c-v1 renders. It is the X′ of pair K in E-20260801e-lead-carryover: a first arm written by the same agent, against the same frozen proposition set, in a different session and a different context.

Blindness, and the breach. T-karen-R10c-v1 and T-karen-R10p-v1 were not opened — not their translations, not their logs, not karen/opportunity.md, and no published English of Kielland. But three strings of archived English were displayed to the lead before it translated, by a max_run_text field printed during the archive survey. The breach, its exact 26-token extent, its direction and the checks registered against it are declared in E-20260801e-lead-carryover/design.md §13 A6, committed before this file was written. Two of the three strings are in the archived second arm, so reproducing them makes this experiment's prediction harder to satisfy, not easier.

The opportunity list below was written from the source and the proposition file alone, before translating and without consulting S074's. That makes the two lists an independent second execution of R10 §6 over one source and one catalogue — comparable after the fact, which is a by-product rather than this artifact's purpose.

Frozen opportunity list (R10 §6) — which of C01–C19 this source can bear on at all

Four of nineteen propositions have no opportunity in this source, and three of the four have none for the same reason: C09, C14 and (as stated) C07 are properties of a whole passage's counts and scope, not of any decision a translator makes at a site. C10 is unsatisfiable because the source contains the thing it forbids. Recorded here, before translating, as R10 §6 requires.

The translation

There was once a girl at the Krarup Inn named Karen.

She did the serving on her own, because the innkeeper's wife was nearly always going around looking for her keys. And a lot of people came to the Krarup Inn: people from the district, who gathered when it got dark on an autumn evening and sat in the bar drinking coffee punches, generally, without any particular purpose; but travelers too, and people on the road, who came stamping in blue and wind-beaten to get something hot that would keep them going as far as the next inn.

Karen managed all of it anyway, though she moved so quietly and never seemed to be in a hurry.

She was slight and small — very young, serious, quiet, so there was no fun in her for the salesmen. But decent people, who came to the inn in earnest and who liked their coffee brought fast and scalding hot, liked Karen all the more for it. And when she slipped through the guests with her tray, the heavy homespun bodies gave way with unusual speed, room was made for her, and the talk went out for a moment; everyone had to look after her, she was so lovely.

Karen's eyes were the big gray kind that seemed to be looking at you and looking a long way past you at the same time; and her eyebrows were arched high, as if in surprise.

So strangers thought she hadn't quite understood what they were asking for. But she understood, and she didn't get it wrong. There was just something odd about her anyway — as if she were looking a long way off for something, or listening, or waiting, or dreaming.

The wind came from the west over low flat country. It had rolled long heavy waves across the North Sea; salt and wet with foam and spray, it had thrown itself in over the coast. But up in the high dunes with the long marram grass it had gone dry and full of sand and a little tired, so that by the time it got to the Krarup Inn it could just barely get the doors of the travelers' stable open.

But open they went, and the wind filled the big space and pushed in through the kitchen door, which stood ajar. In the end there was such a press of air that the doors at the other end of the stable flew open too; and now the west wind went straight through in triumph, swung the lantern hanging from the roof, took the cap off the stable hand and rolled it out into the dark, blew the blankets up over the horses' heads, blew a white hen off her perch and into the water trough. And the rooster set up a terrible squalling, and the stable hand swore, and the hens shrieked, and in the kitchen they were choking on smoke, and the horses got restless and struck sparks off the stones; even the ducks, which had pressed themselves together near the mangers to be first at the spilled grain, started quacking, and the wind roared through with a hell of a racket, until a couple of men came out of the bar, put their backs against the doors and pressed them shut again, while sparks blew into their beards out of their big tobacco pipes.

After these exploits the wind threw itself down in the heather, ran along the deep ditches and took a good hard grip on the mail coach, which it caught half a mile down the road from the inn.

"He's always in a hell of a rush to get to the Krarup Inn," said Anders the mail driver, and cracked the whip over the sweating horses.

It was surely the twentieth time the postmaster had let the window down to shout something up at him. At first it had been a friendly invitation to a coffee punch at the inn; but the friendliness thinned out as they went, and the window came down with a bang, and out came some short remarks about both horse and driver that Anders at any rate could get nothing out of hearing.

Meanwhile the wind swept low along the ground and sighed, long and strange, in the dry heather. There was a full moon, but the sky was heavily overcast, so all that lay over the night was a whitish hazy glow.

Behind the Krarup Inn the peat bog lay dark, with black peat sheds and deep dangerous holes. And in among the tufts of heather a strip of grass wound along as if it might be a path; but it was no path, because it stopped right at the edge of a peat cutting that was bigger than the others and deeper too.

But the fox lay flat in the strip of grass, watching, and the hare came hopping light-footed over the heather.

It was easy for the fox to work out that the hare wouldn't run a long circle so late in the evening. It put its sharp snout up carefully and made an estimate; and as it slunk back downwind to find a good spot to watch from, where it could see where the hare would close the circle and lie down, it thought with some satisfaction about how foxes keep getting cleverer and hares keep getting stupider and stupider.

Translator's log

Written as the draft was written. Target codes per R10 §5: A aimed at a proposition, X a proposition bore and was not followed, N no proposition bore.

Code counts over 19 contested sites: A 14, X 3, N 2, and two sites carry both A and X. The three X codes are the finding of the log: at sites 9, 10 and 16 a proposition bore on the decision and was not followed, and at 16 three propositions were disobeyed at once because the source contains what the target catalogue forbids.

What was hard, and it is the same thing at sites 2, 9 and 16. A-mchugh-presence describes a contemporary American prose that has no period furniture, few figures and no extended ones. Kielland's unit is period furniture and one long extended figure. Working to the catalogue means either deleting what the source is made of or logging an X, and this log has three X codes where a translator not working to a catalogue would simply have translated.

Contamination

suspected, and measured after the freeze — see the experiment's analysis/ output. A freely reachable published English exists (Collier 1907, in the S074 gate material), which is what makes a measurement possible at all here. The declaration is suspected rather than none for a reason specific to this artifact and not to the work: the lead saw 26 tokens of archived English before translating (design §13 A6), two of the three strings from paragraph 11 of this very unit. Any contamination figure for this rendering is therefore inflated by a known, named amount, and is an upper bound.