the wind blew the long lace of her Cauchois headdress so that it sometimes flapped across his mouth, and when he turned his head he saw near him, on his shoulder, her little rosy face, smiling silently under the gold bands of her cap.
haizeak astintzen zituen haren Cauxko usariozko jantziaren farfaila luzeak, batzuetan aho gainetik pasatzen zizkion, eta, burua itzultzen zuenean, bere ondoan ikusten zuen, sorbalda gainean, haren aurpegi txiki gorrizta isilean irribarrez, ginbailaren urrezko xaflaren azpian.