Panic-stricken, he vacillates, supplicating Our Lady to save him.

The evocator, furious, throws him out of the circle.
Gilles precipitates himself through the door, de Sille jumps out of the window, they meet below and stand aghast.

Howls are heard in the chamber where the magician is operating.

There is "a sound as of sword strokes raining on a wooden billet," then groans, cries of distress, the appeals of a man being assassinated.
They stand rooted to the spot.

When the clamour ceases they venture to open the door and find the sorcerer lying; in pools of blood, his forehead caved in, his body horribly mangled.
They carry him out.