And while she returned to her room with sobs that he heard, he scaled over the wall and, in coming out of the darkness of the foliage, found himself on the deserted road, white with lunar rays.

At this first separation, he suffered less than she, because he was going, because it was he that the morrow, full of uncertainty, awaited.

While he walked on the road, powdered and clear, the powerful charm of change, of travel, dulled his sensitiveness; almost without any precise thought, he looked at his shadow, which the moon made clear and harsh, marching in front of him.

And the great Gizune dominated impassibly everything, with its cold and spectral air, in all this white radiance of midnight..