—I turn my steps to a region where the drum is never silent, where the baldric is never turned,
To a road that is bordered with fire, a place of brutal acts and terrible cries!
I shall not fear! But I shall fare forth like the famine and the cyclone!
Hate and Anger
And Vengeance and the frenzied Image of Pain
March before me, and Hope unveils its solemn face!
Come! the time commands and the road will no longer be denied.
I shall march! I shall fight! I shall crush the barrier beneath my conquering feet! I shall break the vain resistance like rotten wood!
(Enter the princess veiled in black.
What woman's shape is this that stands before me! Unveil!