I cursed the elements with a curse of tumult. A frightful tempest came forth in the sky where there had been no wind before, and the River overflowed and quickly rose up above the height of the lilies. Yet still did he not move from the stone. I grew angry and cursed, with a curse of silence. The water dwindled back to the river, the wind calmed down, and the lilies moaned no longer.
The countenance of the man grew into one of terror. He looked at the stone upon which he was seated. He read the words that once read "DESOLATION". The stone bore the word Silence. He quickly fled.
And the devil laughed upon what he had said, but I could not laugh with him. I was struck with an unimaginable awe. When the devil noticed that I was not laughing, He cursed me, for I couldn't laugh.
The lynx, that dwells within the tomb forever, came forward and laid by the devil's feet while it looked up towards the devil's face.