Black spots on a red ground danced before my eyes.
"And then--What flashed in my right hand was my own naked sword! I neither heard nor said anything further.

Nor had I planned, nor ever thought of, what then occurred....

But suddenly I felt as if a mountain of oppressive lead had fallen from my breast.

How easily I could breathe again! All that had just before turned round me in a mad, whirling dance stood still.

The sun shone brightly in the large room; a shaft of light, showing dancing dust, fell on Geta.