In which the Imânus, a figure of resolute daring, sets about elaborate preparations within the fortress’s bridge-castle, arranging a careful and sombre stratagem involving straw, tar, and a sulphur-match, all under the watchful gaze of the coming dawn. Amidst this tense scene, three innocent children sleep quietly in cradles while outside, the besieging forces gather with grim intent, the contrast of peace and peril hanging palpably in the summer air.