From our roof on previous days we could see a great area of them stretching to the edge of the forest.

When the sun rose that morning this area had vanished, and the ground was covered with a carpet of green pulp.

Also the forest itself appeared suddenly to have experienced the full effects of a northern winter.

Not a leaf was left upon the trees, which stood their pointing their naked boughs to heaven.
No one who had not seen it could imagine the devastating fury of that storm.

For example, the head of the diviner who was buried in the court-yard awaiting resurrection through our magic was, it may be recalled, covered with a stout earthenware pot.