It is too dark (wildly). Has no one got a light?
[As he is dragging the body out of the sack the lightning irradiates it.
My daughter! God! My daughter! No, Blanche, no!
I sent you to Evreux. It is not her.
[The lightning again flashes out, and clearly shows the pale face and closed eyes of the girl.
Speak, for the love of God! Speak! Oh, the blood!
Blanche, are you hurt? Speak to me! Blanche!
Blanche (opening her eyes): Where am I? Father!
[She tries to rise, but falls back groaning. Triboulet takes her in his arms.
Triboulet: Blanche, have they struck you?
It is too dark to see.
Blanche (in a broken, gasping voice):
The dagger struck me ... but I ...
Saved the king ...
I love him. Father ... have they let him live?
Triboulet: I cannot understand.