God said, “If the wind blew?”
And the feast went on.
And suddenly I cried to God, “If one should rise among them, even of
themselves, and start up from the table and should cast away his
cup, and cry, ‘My brothers and my sisters, stay! what is it that we
drink?’--and with his sword should cut in two the curtain, and holding
wide the fragments, cry, ‘Brothers, sisters, see! it is not wine, not
wine! not wine! My brothers, oh, my sisters!’ and he should overturn
the--”
God said, “Be still!--, see there.”
I looked: before the banquet-house, among the grass, I saw a row of
mounds, flowers covered them, and gilded marble stood at their heads. I
asked God what they were.
He answered, “They are the graves of those who rose up at the feast and
cried.”
And I asked God how they came there.
He said, “The men of the banquet-house rose and cast them down
backwards.”