And now nothing can be seen. The darkness is complete.
In the meantime two red arrows seem to escape from the pupils of Hilarion.
Antony at length notices his high stature:
"Many times already, while you were speaking, you appeared to me to be growing tall; and it was not an illusion. How is this? Explain it to me. Your appearance appals me!"
Steps draw nigh.
"What is this now?"
Hilarion stretches forth his arms:
"Look!"
Then, under a pale ray of the moon, Antony distinguishes an interminable caravan which defiles over the crest of the rocks; and each passenger, one after another, falls from the cliff into the gulf.
First, there are the three great gods of Samothrace—Axieros, Axiokeros, and Axiokersa—joined in a cluster, with purple masks, and their hands raised.