[Thunder off.]
Ichtharion:
They are coming up like a wave and darkness is coming with them.
[Loud and prolonged thunder. Flashes of red light and then total darkness. A little light comes back, showing recumbent figures, shattered pillars and rocks of white marble.]
[The Prophet's back is broken, but he raises the fore-part of his body for a moment.]
Voice-of-the-Gods: [triumphantly]
They have not lied!
Ichtharion:
O, I am killed.
[Laughter heard off.]