(The king calms himself.
First Captain (to another who has turned his head towards the West):
—What is it that you see?
Second Captain: What a conflagration flares in the sky!
(All turn their eyes towards the West.
Third Captain: A street
Is opened through the stony breast of the earth.
And the wall is so high that the trees that cling there appear like tufts of laurel.
And here and there, detaching themselves from the ancient rock, the forms of monsters watch on the cornices, and what might be the ruins of bygone cities.
And the Sun stands at the end in his magnificence and in a dreadful splendor.