Bombyane was staggering along with head thrown back and outstretched arms from which his spear had fallen.
His spear had fallen, but the blade of mine stood out between his shoulders--I had transfixed him.

He stopped, swung slowly round as though to look at me: then with a sigh the giant sank down--_dead_.
For a moment there was silence; then a great cry rose--a cry of "Bombyane is dead.

The White Spirit has slain Bombyane.

Kill the wizard, kill the ghost who has slain Bombyane by witchcraft." Instantly I was surrounded by fierce faces, and spears flashed before my eyes.

I folded my arms and stood calmly waiting the end.