It fell upon the flattened mound that had once been the proud crown of his city.

A blue blot upon desolation the broken body of Cherkis lay.
A black speck appeared high in the sky; grew fast--the lammergeier.
"I have left carrion for you--after all!" cried Norhala.
With an ebon swirling of wings the vulture dropped beside the blue heap--thrust in it its beak..