Only the shepherdess remained in the court-yard seeking him on all sides, as if she were hunting for some lost trinket.

She searched even behind the millstones, and in the dark sheds in which the stone-workers' tools were kept.
Then she stood still a moment and clenched her hands; with a few light bounds she sprang into the shadow of the Gaul's house.

Just in front of Sirona's window lay the steinbock; she hastily touched it with her slender naked toes, but quickly withdrew her foot with a shudder, for it had touched the beast's fresh wound, wet with its blood.

She rapidly drew the conclusion that: he had killed it, and had thrown it down here, and that he could not be far off.

Now she knew where he was in hiding-and she tried to laugh, for the pain she felt seemed too acute and burning for tears to allay or cool it.