Some one else runs out. The room is almost empty. Only the sentinel remains in the position of one petrified.
BLUMENFELD
Your Highness! I implore you. Your life—I am afraid that another minute, and it will be too late! Oh, your Highness!
COMMANDER
But this is—
Again strikes the table with his fist.
But this is absurd, Blumenfeld!
Curtain