The needle penetrating the flesh.

Feeling the integration of the foreign body.

All those uneasy sensations rising up,

The rush of blood; the feeling of unease.

Weakened and weakened.

Down and out.

The rising pain,

The torpor that sets in.

As if tiny mouths were nibbling at it from the inside and laying

Their pale eggs.

Even if the memory of Lea overcame the pain,

Crushed the terror;

The flame in her eyes vascillates.

Animal observed by so many,

Those who laugh and those who write,

All the more foul;

Under the worried gaze of the governor.

The minutes tick by, soon to be the end of the 11th hour.

Stolen novel; please report.

Red blood cells leaving nostrils and ears,

Made Ruh like a fountain.

His face downcast from the battle he was waging,

Had a sepulchral, mortal look.

Dong, it's over.

Ruh is left to rest.

We check his condition and take care of him.

Any change in his physical or mental state must be noted as soon as possible.

Once the observation time is over, that's enough for today.

The peasant is given a gold purse as pay.

He rises slowly.

Slowly approaches the door.

Had Habib reached his destination?

Had he had time to reach Léa?

Or should they wait for him?

It doesn't matter, because beyond all that,

She and he remain his sweethearts.