14/22 All were racing to the gates and the shelter of the battlements. From the walls came now a faint sound of gongs, of drums, of shrill, flutelike pipings. Upon them I could see hosts gathering; hosts of swarming little figures whose bodies glistened, from above whom came gleamings--the light striking upon their helms, their spear and javelin tips. Lo--I am here--and was there ever joy like this!" The constellations in her eyes blazed. |