And while the gurgling blood runs over him, he stands, smeared with spattered brains, and grinds his teeth and laughs.
Like a hunted beast he flees into the wood, while his henchmen remove the crimson stains from the ground and dispose prudently of the corpse and the reeking garments.
"He wanders in the forests surrounding Tiffauges, dark, impenetrable forests like those which Brittany still can show at Carnoet.

He sobs as he walks along.

He attempts to thrust aside the phantoms which accost him.

Then he looks about him and beholds obscenity in the shapes of the aged trees.

It seems that nature perverts itself before him, that his very presence depraves it.