You Do Not Play With Love (Conclusion). The bottom of the valley was beginning to turn blue. The herds were down on the plain. - People don't bathe in the pond of the Sorgue when the sun descends to the horizon. - Dear Camille, you are mine. Here are the shepherds returning, carrying a stretcher. What happened? I don’t know what to feel, Perdican, it seems as though my hands are covered in blood … - She's dead! - Farewell, Perdican! The End.