In the clear, starlight night I could just discern the mighty outline of the mountains of Mur.

Above them the firmament was suffused with a strange red glow.

I formed my own conclusion at once, but only said: "Let us go to tell Orme," and led the way to where he had lain down under a tree.
He was not sleeping; indeed, I do not think he had closed his eyes all night, the night of Maqueda's marriage.

On the contrary, he was standing on a little knoll staring at the distant mountains and the glow above them.
"Mur is on fire," he said solemnly.

"Oh, my God, Mur is on fire!" and turning he walked away.
Just then Roderick joined us.
"Fung got into Mur," he said, "and now cut throat of all Abati.