“Take me with you!” she cries with the same extreme act of the heart with which she caught his glance.
The wind has meanwhile risen to a single gust. And yet he has heard her voice.
Bravura, a trace of haughtiness in his eyes.
“All right! Come on, then!”
A huge horse is driven into the crowd. At a pat on its neck it stops. Then someone doesn’t hesitate for a moment to reach out with both arms.