Years afterwards she could bring the whole scene back again, as if it had been only yesterday-the mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knight-the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled her-the horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, cropping the grass at her feet-and the black shadows of the forest behind-all this she took in like a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leant against a tree, watching the strange pair, and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the song.
eta atzeko basoaren itzal beltzak... hori dena bereganatu egin zuen koadro bat bailitz, esku batez begietan itzal eginez zuhaitz baten kontra, bikote arraroari so eginez, eta entzunez, erdi ametsetan, kantuaren musika malenkoniatsua. "Baina doinu hau ez da berak asmatutakoa", esan zuen berekiko;