He seemed to sink into unconsciousness.

They watched him for hours.

He had labored hard for breath some time, when he seemed to awake suddenly, and exclaimed, "Hark! do you hear it ?" "Hear what, my son ?" asked the father.
"Their call.

Look, look, at the shining ones! Oh, let me go and be at rest!" As if waiting for this petition, the Angel of Death severed the golden thread, and he was in heaven.

At midnight the messenger came.
They called Frado to see his last struggle.