(He finds a large stone and mounts on it. Seizing the right arm of the princess he fastens it to the tree with a cord; then spreading out the fingers he manages with much difficulty to drive a nail through the hand.
The Princess (shrieking): Ah! Ah!
Ah! ah!
Ah! ah!
O heavens!
The Deserter: The left hand.
The Princess: Here it is.
(He nails the left hand in the same way, then descends from the stone.
The Deserter: You did not cry that time, eh?
The Princess (spitting in his face):