Chantecler
[Shouting toward the sky.] I am here!
Patou
He has heard your trumpet cry!
The Pheasant-hen
He flies further.
[All rise with a joyous cry of deliverance, “Ah!” and go back to their places to watch the end of the combat.]
Patou
Without loss of a moment they form the ring again.
Chantecler
[With a start.] What did you say? [He looks. It is true, the ring has immediately formed.]
The Pheasant-hen
Now they want you killed to be revenged for their fine scare.
Chantecler
But now I shall not be killed! I felt my strength come back when the common enemy flew across the sky. [Striding boldly up to the White Pile.] I got back my courage, fearing for the others.
The White Pile
[Amazed at being smartly attacked.] Whence has he drawn new strength?
Chantecler
I am thrice stronger now than you. Black excites me, you see, as red excites the bull, and thrice I have stared at night in the form of a bird’s shadow!