It was night.
The wayfarers unfolded their mats beneath the banian and sat.
The lamp was blown out by a gust of wind, dense darkness...
As though sleep prevailed in the midst of a swoon.
Suddenly someone stood up among the crowd
And shouted, the index pointed at the leader :
"Liar, you have deceived us."
The reproving gained momentum from voice to voice.
The women's hostility grew violent, virulent the vociferation of men.
All of a sudden, someone audacious stood up
and thrashed him in a terrible rage.
In the dark his face could not be seen.
One after the other they stood and thrust on him blows after blows.
His lifeless body tumbled on the ground.
Silent night.
At a distance a faint gurgling of a fountain was heard.
A soft scent of jasmine in the air.