Far away, on the edge of barbarian lands, the companion of my hunts and travels has assumed the aspect of the Thracian Horseman, that mysterious figure seen riding through the copses by moonlight and carrying away souls of the dead in the folds of his cloak.
Herrialde barbaroen mugetan, nire ehiza-lagun eta bidaide kuttunak Traziar Zaldunaren itxura hartua du, hots, sastraka eta alustegietan barrena, ilargiaren argipean, bere mantoaren tolesduretan arimak gatibu daramatzala, zamalka igarotzen omen den iratxo misteriotsuarena.