Then a Mighty Brit and Heaved Him Up by His Head

Neobi wept for new griefs as the marble little ones at her feet were calcined be her eyes, and the gorgon head wore a hundred frightful snakes of flame. The pale, proud pallas athene of the greeks leered on us through the reek until his lower limbs grew white hot and gave way. And with this hissing, glowing flail, carried destruction and confusion among us. It was so hot in that flaming marble battle place that foreigner and briton broke off, fighting now and then, to kneel together for a moment at the red fountain basins where the jets still played. For an hour we kept them at bay.