Luigi gazed at him for a moment without betraying the slightest emotion, while Teresa, trembling in every limb, dared approach the slain outlaw only gradually, casting a hesitating glance at the dead body over her lover's shoulder.
Suddenly Luigi turned toward his lover. "Ah," he said, "good, good! You're dressed. Now it's my turn to dress myself."
Teresa was clothed from head to foot in the outfit of the Count of San-Felice's daughter. Luigi took Cucumetto's body in his arms and carried it to the cave, while Teresa remained outside. If a second traveler had passed, he would have seen a strange thing, a shepherdess watching her flock, dressed in a cashmere gown, with pearl earrings and necklace, diamond pins, and buttons of sapphires, emeralds, and rubies. He would no doubt have believed he'd returned to ancient times and would have declared, on reaching Paris, that he'd met a shepherdess seated at the foot of the Sabine mountains.
