“...The blade flashed strongly, Cagliostro pulled out the sword. He hits the air with the blade, sniffles, tenses. Suddenly he jumped up and drew a circle on the floor. Steel grinds. Tongues of fire run along the line. Cagliostro stepped into the circle of fire and waved his sword in all corners of the hall. And where the blade sparkled, the lights went out, as if from a blow of the wind. High, on the black curtain, the Golden-Rosy Cross was burning. Cagliostro ran up the steps to him. He pierced the air with his sword, collided with someone in a fight - he was thrown off the steps - snoring, he rushed again ... "