After ceremonies that do not matter, I was let down in the food-basket into the feeding-den, and thrown out of the basket like any other meat.

Then the gates were lifted up by the chains, and the lions came in to devour me according to their custom." "And what happened next, Shadrach ?" "What happened?
Why, of course I hid myself in the shadow as much as possible, right against the walls of the precipice, until a satan of a she-lion snuffled me out and gave a stroke at me.

Look, here are the marks of her claws," and he pointed to the scars upon his face.

"Those claws stung like scorpions; they made me mad.

The terror which I had lost when I saw their yellow eyes came back to me.