And with its flooding rain that bombards the roads and the bushes and the windmills and the ploughed fields!
By the tranquillity of the murky air!
By armed apparitions in the blackness of the pines!
By the dreadful force of conflagration and irresistible flood,
By the whirlwind! By silence!
And by all terrible things!
Will not you that are here recognise at last who I am?
(Silence; then a lamentable voice in the crowd.
Tête-d'or! Tête-d'or!
Someone (his eyes fixed on the blood): I have never seen the shedding of human blood!