"We, who an hour before had been filled with high contemplations, went mad like common bravos at the sight of plunder.

No man thought of the greater treasure which these gold things warded.

We laughed and cried like children, and tore at the plated dead....

I mind how I wrenched off one jewelled face with the haft of my dagger, and a thin trickle of bones fell inside....

And yet, as we ravened and plundered we would fall into fits of shivering, for the thing was not of this world.