(She falls and remains stretched on the ground.)
TIME You would do much better to hope.... And now, that is all.... (Consulting his hour-glass.) We have only sixty-three seconds left....
(Last and violent movements among the CHILDREN departing and remaining. They exchange hurried farewells.)
THE BLUE CHILDREN Good-bye, Pierre!... Good-bye, Jean!... Have you all you want?... Announce my idea!... Have you got the new turnscrew?... Mind you speak of my melons!... Have you forgotten nothing?... Try to know me again I... I shall find you!... Don't lose your ideas!... Don't lean too far into space!... Send me your news!... They say one can't... Oh, try, do try!... Try to tell us if it's nice!... I will come to meet you I... I shall be born on a throne!...
TIME (shaking his keys and his scythe) Enough! Enough!... The anchor's raised!...
(The sails of the galley pass and disappear. The voices of the CHILDREN in the galley are heard in the distance: "The Earth! The Earth!... I can see it!... How beautiful it is!... How bright it is!... How big it is!"... Then, as though issuing from the depths of the abyss, an extremely distant song of gladness and expectation.)
TYLTYL (to LIGHT) What is that?... It is not they singing.... It sounds like other voices....
LIGHT Yes, it is the song of the mothers coming out to meet them....
(Meanwhile, TIME closes the opalescent doors. He turns to take a last look at the hall and suddenly perceives TYLTYL, MYTYL and LIGHT.)
TIME (dumbfoundered and furious) What's that?... What are you doing here?... Who are you?... Why are you not blue?... How did you get in?... (He comes forward, threatening them with his scythe.)