I thought of the deserters from his camp who, a few hours back, had been sitting in my tent, humble, conciliatory, servile, but always managing to turn their backs to the image of my Genius.
Zenbait ordu lehentxoago nire denda barruan eserita egonak zirèn desertore judu haiek ekarri nituen gogora: hantxe zeuden, apal, amore-emankor, zuri, baina beti ere nire Jeinuaren imajinari bizkarra emateko ahalegin guztiak eginez.