And he held her in both arms, pressing her head to him, seeing only the familiar hair, and letting his tears flow without knowing if they came from his present happiness or from a pain too long repressed, but sure at least that they would prevent him from verifying if this face buried into the hollow of his shoulder was the one about which he had so long dreamed or rather that of a stranger. Later he would find out if his suspicion was true.
Beso artean, ezagunak zituen adatsak baino ikusten ez zizkion buru hura bereganaturik, malkoak dariola hasi zen, jakin gabe momentuko zorionagatik edo denbora luzeegian eutsitako oinazegatik sortu ote zitzaizkion, ziurtasunez jabeturik behinik behin negarrak ez ziola utziko egiaztatzen bere bularraren hondoan sartuta zuen aurpegi hura hainbat amestutakoarena edota, aldiz, arrotz batena ote zen. Beranduago jakingo zuen bere susmoak egia ote ziren ala ez.