They clambered up the tottering walls, they clung in wreaths and groups about the high-standing pillars.

They swarmed along the edges of the circle of ruins.

The air was full of their shouting, and they were pressing and swaying towards the central space.
The upper storeys of the Council House seemed deserted, not a human being was visible.

Only the drooping banner of the surrender hung heavily against the light.

The dead were within the Council House, or hidden by the swarming people, or carried away.