Where is she, where is her body ?" The captain shrugged his shoulders, saying, in a soothing tone: "Calm yourself, Navarrete! We too grieve for the sibyl; many in the camp will miss her.

As for Zorrillo, he had the password, and could go through the gate at any hour.

The body is still lying in his quarters." "Indeed!" faltered the Eletto.

Then calming himself, he said, mournfully: "I wish to see her." The captain walked silently by his side and opened the murderer's dwelling.
There, on a bed of pine-shavings, in a rude coffin made of rough planks, lay the woman who had given him birth, deserted him, and yet who so tenderly loved him.

A poor soldier's wife, to whom she had been kind, was watching beside the corpse, at whose head a singly brand burned with a smoky, yellow light.