It was a wise custom established by his father ever since one morning when a servant girl had shaken the case to get the pillow out and the pistol went off as it hit the floor and the bullet wrecked the cupboard in the room, went through the living room wall, passed through the dining room of the house next door with the thunder of war, and turned a life-size saint on the main altar of the church on the opposite side of the square to plaster dust.
Aitak zuen ohitura burutsu hori ezarri, izan ere, behin goiz batean neskameak azala kentzeko burkoa astindu eta pistola lurrera jautsi eta lehertu egin zen, eta balak gelako armairua apurtu zuen, salako pareta alderik alde iragan eta aldeko jangelatik gerra-hots burrunbaz pasa eta plazaren beste muturrean zegoen elizako aldare nagusiko santu bat, tamaina naturalekoa, igeltsu hauts bihurturik utzi.