I saw a light--perchance, Umslopogaas, it was the light of the moon, shining upon him that sat aloft at the end of the cave.

It was a red light, and he glowed in it as glows a thing that is rotten.

I looked, or seemed to look, and then I thought that the hanging jaw moved, and from it came a voice that was harsh and hollow as of one who speaks from an empty belly, through a withered throat.
"'Hail, Galazi, child of Siguyana!' said the voice, 'Galazi the Wolf! Say, what dost thou here in the Ghost Mountain, where the stone Witch sits forever, waiting for the world to die ?' "Then, Umslopogaas, I answered, or seemed to answer, and my voice, too, sounded strange and hollow:-- "'Hail, Dead One, who sittest like a vulture on a rock! I do this on the Ghost Mountain.

I come to seek thy bones and bear them to thy mother for burial.' "'Many and many a year have I sat aloft, Galazi,' answered the voice, 'watching the ghost-wolves leap and leap to drag me down, till the rock grew smooth beneath the wearing of their feet.

So I sat seven days and nights, being yet alive, the hungry wolves below, and hunger gnawing at my heart.