Nor did the panic stop there. The king himself, followed by his guards, some of the chiefs, and Gagool, who hobbled away after them with marvellous alacrity, fled for the huts, so that in another minute we ourselves, the would-be victim Foulata, Infadoos, and most of the chiefs who had interviewed us on the previous night, were left alone upon the scene, together with the dead body of Scragga, Twala's son.
Baina izua ez zen besterik gabe amaitu. Erregea bera, zaindariak atzean zituela, buruzagi batzuk, eta Gagool, abiadura harrigarrian atzetik herrenka zihoala, txaboletarantz ihesean joan ziren, eta era horretan hurrengo minutuan gu geu, Foulata heriopetua, Infadoos, eta aurreko gauean gurekin elkarrizketatu ziren buruzagietako gehienak bakarrik utzi gintuzten antzezlekuan, Scragga Twalaren semearen gorpuarekin batera.