Whatever has happened, it is past and done.
(To the army.)
Friends! Let us stand up for Dodon;
Let us give the enemy a lesson!
Warriors.
We shall! That we shall!
If only we can find the enemy.
(No answer. It begins to grow light. The mist rises a little, and the outline of a tent is seen. The rosy reflection of the dawn falls upon the bright, many coloured patterns of the brocade flaps of the tent. All are amazed.)
King Dodon.
Good heavens! A tent!