And to shade his eyes, on both of which not even a single eyelash stirs, he opens with one quick movement his iron fan, wherein upon a field of white satin there rises a crimson sun." Of course this hasty translation is very poor; and you can only get from it the signification and colour of the picture--the beautiful sonority and luminosity of the French is all gone.

Nevertheless, I am sure that the more you study the original the more you will see how fine it is.

Here also is a Japanese colour print.

We see the figure of the horseman on the shore, in the light of dawn; behind him the still dark sky of night; before him the crimson dawn, and Fuji white against the red sky.

And in the open fan, with its red sun, we have a grim suggestion of the day of blood that is about to be; that is all.