They have pointed out that the orderly Phoedimus, who hated me, and whose silence could not have been bought by my friends, very opportunely died of a malignant fever the day after the death of his master.
otsein hura, gorroto bizia zidana, nire lagunek eskaini omen ziotèn isil-ordaina onartu ez omen, zuelako nonbait, sukar gaizto batek eraman baitzuen hilobira, bere nagusiaren heriotzaren biharamunean hain xuxen.