Their pigs had got mixed, and as they were fat, he had to separate
them in order to go away with his. The Tartaro asked the madman what
mark his pigs had.
The madman says to him, "Mine have some of them one mark, some of
them two marks."
They set to work to look at them, and they all had these same marks.
Our madman goes off then with all the hogs. He goes walking on, on,
on, with all his pigs. He comes to a town where it was just market
day, and sells them all except two, keeping, however, all the tails,
which he put in his pockets. As you may think, he was always in
fear of the Tartaro. He sees him coming down from the mountain. He
kills one of his hogs, and puts the entrails in his own bosom under
his waistcoat. There was a group of men near the road. As he passed
them he took out his knife, and stabs it into his chest, and takes
out the pig's bowels, and our madman begins to run very much faster
than before, with his pig in front of him.
When the Tartaro comes up to these men, he asks if they have seen
such a man.
"Yes, yes, he was running fast, and in order to go faster just here
he stabbed himself, and threw away his bowels, and still he went on
all the faster."
The Tartaro, too, in order to go faster, thrusts his knife into his
body, and falls stark dead. [16]
The madman goes to his master's. Near the house there was a marsh
quite full of mud. He puts his live pig into it, and all the tails
too. He enters the house, and says to the master that he is there
with his pigs. The master is astounded to see him.