Ah, poisoner.
Sobe (in anguish)
My heart breaks. (He staggers; speaks faintly.) I am Death’s master!
(He staggers another step forward and pitches headlong across the scarlet cushion on which he sat. Maldor leans forward and touches his throat as Fana softly laughs.)
Maldor
He is dead.
(Maldor straightens himself and stares impassively ahead of him. Fana remains an instant staring at herself in the mirror, then turns, and with an enigmatic smile, passes out of the room.)
[Curtain]