As long as my sword shall remain fixed here.
[He plunges his sword into the ground.]
FAITHFUL PRINCE
[In a whisper to the General.] Take care, my generous enemy. Perhaps it may be thought that you are afraid.
TARTAR GENERAL
Of the living, no!——But of spectres, yes, it is true; I am afraid of spectres.
[They enter the tent together. The crowd, whose excitement is increasing, moves away from the execution-ground, thereby giving a full view of the headless bodies which are lying on the ground, and of the pools of blood. The street-sellers re-commence their cries and their music.]
FLOWER-VENDOR
Royal peonies, lotus of all kinds, every flower of the season.
TARTAR GENERAL [In his tent, to FAITHFUL PRINCE]