“Here, you sinners! This spider’s thread is mine. Who on earth gave you permission to come up it? Get down! Get down!”
Just at that moment, the spider’s thread, which had shown no sign of breaking up to that time, suddenly broke with a snap at the point where Kandata was hanging.
So he was helpless. Without time to utter a cry, he shot down and fell headlong into the darkness, spinning swiftly round and round like a top.
Afterwards, only the spider’s thread of Paradise, glittering and slender, hung short in the moonless and starless sky.