In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes.
Ametsetan, isilean, agertua zitzaion ama, gorputza hil-jantzi arre zabal batean bilduta, argizagiaren eta palisandroaren lurrin arin bat zeriola, haren arnasa, hitz mutu sekretuzkoez bere gainera makurturik, errauts bustien usain arin bat.