Young Ewain could not have told why, taking the first choice, he had picked his companion. Her hair was white and her years were written boldly on her face in lines and little wrinkles, and her cheeks had known cold, and heat and wind had made a leathery accommodation.
Ewain gazteak ezin izango zuen azaldu zergatik, aukeratzen lehenengoa izanik, dama hori aukeratu zuen. Ile zuria zuen, urteak aurpegian nabarmenki markatuak zituen arrasto eta zimurdura txikiz, eta masailak larrua bezain zailduak zituen hotzari, beroari eta haizeari aurre egitearen poderioz.