Para Alice, pues su trabajo y su amor igualaron a los míos.
Vortipor! Foremost in corruption, supreme in spite! A pig with its snout sunk in the entrails of its rival is not swifter than you to suck down iniquity. Your wickedness flows from your smoke-filled hall and inundates the land in a vile flood of wrongdoing.
Mi lúgubre libro se ha terminado. Yo, Gildas, escribo esto, y no volveré a escribir nada más.