If my mind were a voice, then I could tell you.
But could you see him, whom you captured? Was he the Old Man of the World?
The Old Man who would like to drink up the sea of youth in his insatiable thirst.
Was it the One who is like the dark night, whose eyes are fixed on his breast, whose feet are turned the wrong way round, who walks backwards?
Was it the One who wears the garland of skulls, and lives in the burning-ground of the dead?
Chandra
I do not know, I cannot say. But he is coming. You shall see him.
Minstrel
Yes, I see him.
[The light strengthens and gradually throughout the scene grows to a culminating brilliance at the close.]