—So come here! Here, I say!
The Princess: Since you are my master, I am here. You can kill me if you wish.
The Deserter (taking her by the hand): Come.
The Princess: What do you mean to do with me? Why do you take me beneath this gloomy tree?
The Deserter: There is a hawk that someone has fastened by the wings to the trunk of this pine with two nails. See how its head droops.
The Princess: It is a very barbarous custom.
The Deserter: Presently you will replace that bird.
The Princess: What did you say? You are not thinking of doing what you say?
Ah! Ah!
You will not fasten me to that tree like a bird that one nails by the wings!