![]() ![]() ![]() When they entered the city, it was still as the grave. Curdie had dragged him from under a fallen tent, not by the hand of a man, but by the foot of a mule. The king and his army returned, bringing with them one prisoner only, the lord chancellor. Sinking swiftly, it disappeared among the ancient roofs of the palace. Before night the bird cloud came back, flying high over Gwyntystorm. At length to the eyes of the king and his army nothing was visible save a dust cloud below, and a bird cloud above. And still the pigeons were in their necks as they ran. Homeward they rushed the road they had come, straight for the borders, many dropping from pure fatigue, and lying where they fell. ![]() In full panic fled the invaders, sweeping down their tents, stumbling over their baggage, trampling on their dead and wounded, ceaselessly pursued and buffeted by the white-winged army of heaven. ![]()
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