Everybody but the dynamo-watch lay steeped in sleep; there was no sound.
The woman ceased from her mysterious foolery, and started tip-toeing toward the door.

I called out: "Stop! What have you been doing ?" She halted, and said with an accent of malicious satisfaction: "Ye were conquerors; ye are conquered! These others are perishing -- you also.

Ye shall all die in this place--every one--except _him_.
He sleepeth now--and shall sleep thirteen centuries.

I am Merlin!" Then such a delirium of silly laughter overtook him that he reeled about like a drunken man, and presently fetched up against one of our wires.

His mouth is spread open yet; apparently he is still laughing.