The livid countenance of the old soldier became purple; transported with anger at this insult, he threw himself upon Erebus, saying, “Lord, thy will be done!”
Then ensued a parricidal struggle.
And the darkness suddenly fell upon the scene, as if nature herself revolted at the sight.
Thunderbolts rent the clouds, the tempest let loose its fury, and the very rocks trembled upon their foundations.
The parricidal combat continued with undiminished rage.
With clasped hands, Pog, with ferocious eagerness, enjoyed the frightful spectacle.
“At last, after twenty years, I taste one moment of true, ineffable happiness. Roll, O thunder! Burst forth, O tempest! All nature takes part in my vengeance!” cried he, in savage joy.
Honorât, unable to account for his own feelings, cried in dismay: