Standing alone, pale-faced in a black robe, he was like an angel of destruction folding his wings to rest for a moment. But a moment later, madness boiled again in his chest like lava in a volcano rising hot to his lips. “All of you are bandits,” he said, “all of you are murderers, you are all disgraceful! You took forty men to kill, to drown a poor young man who did nothing bad to you. I challenge all of you. There are forty of you, come here, I will kill all forty in turn, one after another like dogs is you! The peasants, the bourgeois, and the schoolchildren who received this deadly invitation could not help but fear their fortunes in a sword fight against a man who showed a willingness to use the sword decisively. such paralysis. Seeing this, the Esthers scornfully sheathed their swords.