At the end of this uncovered hall there opens a door which gives on to deep night.

It is the holy of holies, heavily roofed with granite, the highest part of the temple, the only part which the waters have not yet reached, and there we are able to put foot to earth.

Our footsteps resound noisily on the large resonant flags, and the owls take to flight.

Profound darkness; the wind and the dampness freeze us.

Three hours to go before the rising of the moon; to wait in this place would be our death.