They were embracing each other for the moment and for all eternity, but the cavalryman's head was gone, all he had was an opening at the top of the neck, with blood in it bubbling and glugging like jam in a kettle.
Elkar besarka zeuden oraingoz, eta betikoz, baina zaldizkoari burua joan zitzaion, lepo gainean irekidura bat besterik ez, eta barrenean odola, bor-borka irakiten mermelada pertzean bezala.