Then Faku fell back dying, and Umslopogaas threw up his arms and dropped like an ox drops beneath the blow of the butcher, and lay as one dead, under the shadow of a stone.
All day long Nada crouched in the cave listening to the sounds of war that crept faintly up the mountain side; howling of wolves, shouting of men, and the clamour of iron on iron.

All day long she sat, and now evening came apace, and the noise of battle drew near, swelled, and sank, and died away.

She heard the voices of the Wolf-Brethren as they called to each other like bucks, naming the number of the slain.

She heard Galazi's cry of "Victory!" and her heart leapt to it, though she knew that there was death in the cry.

Then for the last time she heard the faint ringing of iron on iron, and the light went out and all grew still.
All grew still as the night.