In the chill gray light we awoke from sleep, most of us, to encounter death.

The Swift One and I were aroused by a pandemonium of screeching and gibbering.

Our cave was the highest of all on the cliff, and we crept to the mouth and peered down.

The open space was filled with the Fire People.

Their cries and yells were added to the clamor, but they had order and plan, while we Folk had none.