A VOICE (from the litter).
No mercy!
[Marion falls to the ground. The litter passes and the procession of the condemned men follows it. The crowd rush madly after them.
MARION (alone, lifts herself half way up, and drags herself along by her hands: looking around.)
Ah!
What did he say? Where are they gone? My love!
My Didier! No one! Not a sound! Is it
A dream—this place? the crowd?—or am I mad?
[The people rush back in disorder. The litter reappears in the background on the side where it went off. Marion rises and gives a terrible cry.
GUARDS (pushing the people aside).
Make way!
MARION (erect and half-wild, pointing to the litter).
Look, all of you!
It is the red man who goes by!