"I have prayed to Heaven, and your succour is at hand." Then, with a howl of rage, Hafela's regiments hurled themselves upon the third and last entrenchment, attacking it at once in front and rear.
Twice they nearly carried it, but each time the wild scream of Hokosa on high was heard above the din, conjuring its defenders to fight on and fear not, for Heaven had sent them help.

They fought as men have seldom fought before, and with them fought the women and even the children.
They were few and the foe was still many, but they listened to the urging of him whom they believed to be inspired in his death-agony upon the cross above them, and still they held their own.

Twice portions of the wall were torn down, but they filled the breach with the corpses of the dead, ay! and with the bodies of the living, for the wounded, the old men and the very women piled themselves there in the place of stones.

No such fray was told of in the annals of the People of Fire as this, the last stand of Nodwengo against the thousands of Hafela.

Now all the shouting had died away, for men had no breath left wherewith to shout, only from the gloomy place of battle came low groans and the deep sobbing sighs of warriors gripped in the death-hug.
"_Fight on! Fight on!_" shrilled the voice of Hokosa on high.