Then we went back. We went round the tennis court, crossed the open space in front of the magna domus (deserted, as usual, and sadder than ever), and, beyond the black girder bridge over the Panfilio canal, went back along the drive as far as the tunnel of rattan canes and the gate on to Corso Ercole I. There, Micol insisted on our turning left, along a path that followed the entire garden wall;
Ondoren, atzera itzuli, tenis kantxaren ondo-ondotik igaro, magna domus aurreko zabaltokia zeharkatu (beti bezala hutsik zegoen, inoiz baino tristeago) eta kontrako zentzuan ibili genuen sarrerako bide nagusia, Panfilio erretena gurutzatzen zuen egurrezko zubi ilunaz haraindian, indi-kainaberadiak osaturiko tuneleraino eta via Ercole I-ko ate handiraino.