Fleming knelt down, squeezing his hands under his armpits, his face contorted with pain; but Stephen knew how hard his hands were because Fleming was always rubbing rosin into them.
Fleming belauniko jarri zen eskuak galtzarbean estutuz, aurpegia oinazeak bihurrikatuta, baina Stephenek bazekien esku gogorrak zituela Flemingek, beti erretxinez igurzten aritzen baitzen.