And when evening came, holding my hand in her own, as we passed by the little gardens of her vassals, she would point out to me the flowers that leaned their red and purple spikes along the tops of the low walls, and would teach me all their names.
Eta, arrats aldera, eskutik hartuta ninderamala bere menekoen baratze ttipien aldera, hango horma apalen bazterretan beren goru ubel eta gorriak zurkaizten dituzten loreak erakusten zizkidala, eta haien izenak niri irakasten.