and for whose life I was going forth to stake my own. And his figure-the lithe, buoyant figure I had met in the woods of Zenda-the dull, inert mass I had left in the cellar of the hunting-lodge-seemed to rise, double-shaped, before me, and to come between us, thrusting itself in even where she lay, pale, exhausted, fainting, in my arms, and yet looking up at me with those eyes that bore such love as I have never seen, and haunt me now, and will till the ground closes over me-and (who knows?) perhaps beyond.
eta haren bizitzagatik gainera arriskuan jarri behar nuen nirea. Eta haren irudia-Zendako basoetan topatu nuen irudi arina, alaia, ehize etxolan utzi nuen masa astun eta bizigabea-, aurrean azaltzen zitzaidala iruditu zitzaidan, handitua, eta bion artean jartzen zela, eta tartean sartzen, nahiz eta Flavia nire besoetan egon, zuri-zuri, lehertuta, erorka, baina hala ere niri so, sekula ikusi ez dudan maitasunez beteta begiak, orain sorgindu egiten nauten begiak, eta lurra gainera botatzen didaten arte sorginduko nautenak, eta, nork daki?, baita geroago ere beharbada.