But when I saw his body, streaked with red, emerging from the ditch, his hair matted with sticky mud and his face spattered with stains which could not be washed away but had to be left to wear off themselves, I felt only disgust and abhorrence for all such subterranean and sinister cults.
Baina zulo hartatik ateratzen zèn gorriz ildoturiko gorputz hura ikusi nuenean, lohi itsaskorrez lotindutako ile-adats haiek eta norberak garbitu ezin baizik-eta berez ezaba zitezen utzi beharrak zirèn hainbat zetakaz zipriztinduriko aurpegi hura ikusi nituenean, goragalea sentitu nuen, goragalea eta lurpeko kultu uher eta likits haiekiko egundoko nazka.