There came no more shouting of men and no more clash of arms, no howlings of wolves, no cries of pain or triumph--all was quiet as death, for death had taken all.
For awhile Nada the Lily sat in the dark of the cave, saying to herself, "Presently he will come, my husband, he will surely come; the Slayers are slain--he does not but tarry to bind his wounds; a scratch, perchance, here and there.

Yes, he will come, and it is well, for I am weary of my loneliness, and this place is grim and evil." Thus she spoke to herself in hope, but nothing came except the silence.
Then she spoke again, and her voice echoed in the hollow cave.

"Now I will be bold, I will fear nothing, I will push aside the stone and go out to find him.

I know well he does but linger to tend some who are wounded, perhaps Galazi.

Doubtless Galazi is wounded.