Far off and watched them close but could not see
Their battle. All was ended suddenly.
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A leap—a cry—flurry of steel and claw,
Then silence. As before, the morning light
And the same brute crouched yonder; and he saw
Under its feet, broken and bent and white,
The ruined limbs of Dymer, killed outright
All in a moment, all his story done.
... But that same moment came the rising sun;