They dance to the mournful tune of a flute, slowly, majestically, sensually. The long, transparent sleeve of one of them momentarily wraps around Cassius's arm, and immediately recoils, like a snake after a strike.
Raimund makes a decisive move and puts his arm around his companion's shoulders. Convinced that the first move was successful, he takes a goblet with his free hand and, slowly sipping, enjoys the dance, gently swaying his head to the rhythm.
In the background, Zuricha, already quite relaxed from the wine and Gnosis, goes to sleep. Gautier and Sigurd are arm wrestling. The Regent, his son, and the chaplain are discussing something. Viscount Guy raises a toast to good health, and Ida watches the musicians intently.
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Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт