Any one who saw her flashing eyes, her heightened colour, her alternate fits of anxiety and composure, would have found it hard to say whether distress at her brother's wound, or delight at the extinction of her foes, were most affecting her.
Begietako sua eta aurpegiko gorritasuna ikusita, urduritasuna eta lasaitasuna txandaka ikusita, zaila zen anaia zaurituta zegoelako tristura ala etsaiak hilda zeudelako poza zeukan erabakitzea.