[A murmur of astonishment makes itself felt throughout the crowd.]
And so you will disarm destiny, and your most deadly enemies will bend the knee before you——
[So saying, he bends his knee]
The EMPRESS
[After a moment of astounded silence, without rising from the Throne]
Thank you, my noble subject! Your bold words have surprised us, but have also charmed us. Moreover, the tragic circumstances of our investiture make excuse for passionate thoughts and exceptional speech. Your prophetic vision has touched us very deeply——Thanks to you! Thanks to all!
[The TARTAR EMPEROR rises and resumes his place. Music March. The EMPRESS descends slowly from her throne; her retinue forms up to follow her and crosses the stage. She reaches the terrace where She enters her palanquin decked with gold dragons. The whole assemblage, without leaving their places, bend the knee and then prostrate themselves.]
CHORUS [At back of stage]
Let all happiness and peace
Rule here now and never cease!
Heaven, grant our humble prayer,
Give us blessings mild and fair,
Gentle rain and balmy air!
Let our pious voices rise
To the gods above the skies!
ALL [Interrupting the Choruses]