[The alchemist, the knight, the squire and the gypsy go to the Isle of the Dead carrying the prophetess' body on the boat].

ALCHEMIST: [Paddling the boat]. We will watch over the body on this Island where there is the sanctuary of the dead ... Rest in peace ... Forever, my dear prophetess ...

In the wake of the emerald-green waters with these transparent waves shining with the silver ring of the gray moon, I try to close my eyes and remember my friends from the past ... I feel an absurd fear inside, I haven't heard the voices of monsters yet, but I'm afraid of being shipwrecked... What is there? They wanted to sacrifice you and left it unpunished ... You tried to defend yourself, along with your own past mistakes and all you loved was life, living beings. Who was right to harm you in this way? They didn't see their own voice being killed, stoned ... All they charge so much is indulgences ... But nobody can buy the p