The song draws to an end!
And the face of the singer, The Gatherer-of-Flowers,
Fades in the dusk of evening
Till only the eyes remain and the violet ghost of the mouth.
He who loves goes forth to greet The Bride,
And the door is opened by invisible hands.
Farewell, for I am going.
(Cébès half rises and, stretching out his hand towards her, passes it over her face. There is a tense silence.
The Princess (rushing to the middle of the stage): O my father,
You commanded me to show myself before you and I am here, a wretched girl decked out in these fantastic robes!