Like two swiftly moving skiffs, we had stormed forward together, and Richard's skiff was the colorful, fragile, happy, and loved one, to which my eye clung and which I trusted to bear me along toward beautiful destinies.
Gu bi txalupa bizkor ginen ziztu bizian aurrera gindoazenak, eta Richarden txalupa ñabar, arin, zoriontsu, maitatua, nire begia gainean zeukana eta hartaz fidatzen zena, helmuga ederretara gidatuko ninduena.