(Blood and milk pour down their chops. The rain streams over their hairy backs.
Anthony inhales the freshness of the green leaves.
There is a movement among them, a clashing of branches; and all of a sudden appears a huge black stag, with the head of a bull, having between his ears a thicket of white horns.)
The Sadhuzag:
"My seventy-four antlers are hollow like flutes.
"When I turn me toward the wind of the South, there issue from them sounds that draw all the ravished animals around me. The serpents twine about my legs; the wasps cluster in my nostrils; and the parrots, the doves, the ibises, alight upon the branches of my horns.
"Listen!"
(He throws back his horns, whence issues a music of sweetness ineffable.
Anthony presses both hands upon his heart. It seems to him as though his soul were being borne away by the melody.)