The next day, having put down the meat, she only went away some steps. She was anxious and impatient to see the lion. He arrived, almost noiseless. He stopped in front of the meat, but did not touch it. He looked for a long time with his yellow eyes. Some times he stared at the women, sometimes at the meet, and then he began eating.
When he had finished, she made one step, then the other one. The lion lay, immovable. When she was close, he got up and the woman’s heart barely beat at all. The lion opened his mouth, but instead of roaring, he yawns, then he left as every day by turning around several times.
The following day, when she arrived at the same time, the lion was already there, asleep near the flat stone. She moved quite slowly and arrived in front of him she took a piece of meat out of her basket, which she stretched out, to him. The lion took it delicately. She sat down next to him to stroke his head. He began to hum like a big cat. She continued to give him the meat, which was in the basket, piece by piece until he became full. She began caressing him. The lion winked his eyes, and fell asleep.
The woman held out the hand towards the muzzle of the lion, and, delicately, plucked three whiskers. He grumbled weakly, moved a little, but continued to sleep. The women tightened her hand around the treasure, went away slowly and walked out of the bottom of the valley. Without returning even at her house, she went to find the old man debtera.
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