I felt that as a result of my wrongdoing my sympathy for Martin was growing, and that his banner of the eternal chase (which was to be heard still fluttering above us) was reducing me to tears.
Sentitu nuen nola nire erruduntasunak Martinenganako sentimenduak hazten zituen ene baitan, eta nola bere betiko ehizaren banderak (gure gainetik haizetara eraginda entzuten zenak) negar egiterainoko nostalgia sortzen zidan.