I knew that for her, as for all us prodigals, those pieces of gold were not true-ringing specie marked with the head of a Caesar, but a magic substance, a personal currency stamped with the effigy of a chimera and the likeness of the dancer Bathyllus.
Nik banekien harentzat, iriole garen guztiontzat bezalatsu, urre-peza haiek ez zirela Caesaren buru batez markaturiko moneta elkartrukagarri huts batzuk, baiziketa materia magiko bat, moneta pertsonal bat, kimera baten irudiaz txertatua, Bathylo dantzariaren oinatza zuena, kasurako.