I was about to take that decisive step when, at that very moment, who should arrive on the double but a dismounted cavalryman (as we said in those days), exhausted, shaky in the joints, holding his helmet upside-down in one hand like Belisarius,* trembling, all covered with mud, his face even greener than the courier I mentioned before.
Dilijentzia erabakior hori egitear nintzela, hara non orduantxe urreratzen zaigun karga-urratsean, leher eginik, aldaroka, oinezko zaldizko bat (hala esaten genien orduan) kaskoa eskuan, buruz behera daukala, Belisariok bezala, eta gainera dardarrean eta lohiez ongi zipristindua, aurpegia beste lotura-ajenteak baino berdeagotua.