The Second Watcher: You say that the enemy is retreating?
The Messenger: Retreating! Routed! Fleeing!
The Fourth Watcher: You bring warmth into a frozen place and into a pitch black night a dazzling brightness.
Be patient with me! Repeat it yet again! Nourish my heart with that sustaining word!
The Messenger: We have conquered! We have driven them before us! Our strength has prevailed!
The Fourth Watcher: Triumph!
The First Watcher: Do you say nothing, Sire?
The King: O my children!
I cannot speak,
For an hour better than I have deserved