The sword fell from his grip.

He opened his eyes wide, as if in utter astonishment.
Once he raised his head for a moment, while his lips were fixed in a wry smile.

Then the head fell back again, his nostrils dilated, there was a slight rattling in his throat, and he was dead.
Casanova bent over him, kneeled beside the body, saw a few drops of blood ooze from the wound, held his hand in front of Lorenzi's mouth--but the breath was stilled.

A cold shiver passed through Casanova's frame.

He rose and put on his cloak.