The veil which covers the future may not be torn away. To raise one corner at the utmost is all that is allowed to us.
EMPRESS
And by that means should one not at least see a faint glimmer?
ASTROLOGER
Take shelter from the terrible storm! Let the precious torch which shall illumine the future be placed far beyond the reach of the wind. That is the decree. There is nothing more.
EMPRESS
It is well. I will meditate upon these enigmas. Go in peace, noble old man.
ASTROLOGER
May propitious Heaven shower all its blessings on the Bright Dynasty!
[He retires. Day breaks, and flower-beds in the foreground, near the incline, come to view. They are flowers of Imperial yellow.]