They bring the girl, but of course she turns out to be one of those breathy northern wallflowers with flaxen hair. When they show her the body she begins to shriek, and doesn’t stop until they carry her away. I suppose I can’t blame her. We dicker for a while over whether her reaction implies she recognises the corpse or merely the head, or whether she has simply been overcome by a general and not incomprehensible horror. Then a waterboy brings word that she has recovered enough to confirm the body as being that of her lover. There is a birthmark on his shoulder, and a bite beside it that she made herself.