A French soldier of equal or even inferior courage would have gone straight to the bridge and have crossed it without more ado, without thinking beforehand of any possible difficulties; but also he would have carried with him all his coolness, and Fabrizio was far from feeling cool when, at the end of the bridge, a little man, dressed in grey, said to him:
Kemen bereko edo are gutxiagoko frantses soldadu batek berehala ekingo zion zubia zeharkatzeari, aldez aurretik batere eragozpenik sumatu gabe; baina odol hotzean zeharkatuko zuen, hori bai. Fabricek, ordea, ez zuen batere odol hotzik grisez jantzitako gizontxo batek zera esan zionean zubiaren beste aldean: