On the fifth morning, Joséphine woke to bright sunlight. As every day, she splashed water on her face then opened her door wide to drink in the fresh air. The sheep in the pen were still asleep and everything appeared calm. But she suddenly saw that the three dogs had stood up and were all looking in the same direction, a sign that something was approaching. At first she thought it must be a lost dog, or a wolf; she even thought of the lions. Perhaps it was true that the lion tamer let them out, and that he guided them here, or they made their own way here. At least now she would know for certain. She pushed the door to without closing it completely. Through the gap she could not see or hear anything, but all it would take was one ewe jumping up for them all immediately to do the same and, from one moment to the next, the peaceful flock would be in chaos. Luckily the flock were all still penned, so they could not escape and run off who knew where. The dogs were nervous, whining but not barking yet. Joséphine positioned herself so that she could see down the left-hand path, and then she noticed the lion tamer coming out of the wood on his horse. He was obviously trying not to be seen, or at any rate, he was staying in shadow. He tied his horse up to a tree and, rather than crossing the meadow to come to the hut, he seemed to be walking past it, keeping to the edge of the wood as if he were trying to hide. So he was the one stealing the ewes, after she had defended him to the whole village. The juniper bushes made a screen and she lost sight of him when he walked behind them. He knew what he was doing, because the dogs did not howl, probably because he was facing into the wind. Unless he exercised some kind of control over them; maybe even from this distance he was able to subdue them, as he did all animals, control them and bringing them to heel. Or maybe the dogs already knew him and he had already tamed them. In the little house there was only one window at the back and there were no openings giving onto the junipers. If she wanted to see better, she would have to venture out. But she wanted to see what he was up to without revealing herself. So she stayed quite still by the door, her gaze fixed on the tiny opening, waiting to see where he would pop out, and how he would succeed in stealing the animals.