Then I saw his wife, who in this land was known as the Guardian of the Child, issuing from the portals of the second court, dressed in her goddess robes, wearing the cap of bird's feathers, attended by the two priestesses also dressed as goddesses, as we had seen her on the morning of sacrifice, and holding in front of her the statue of the Ivory Child.
On she came quite quietly, her wide, empty eyes fixed upon Jana.

As she advanced the monster seemed to grow uneasy.

Turning his head, he lifted his trunk and thrust it along his back until it gripped the ankle of the King Simba, who all this while was seated there in his chair making no movement.
With a slow, steady pull he dragged Simba from the chair so that he fell upon the ground near his left foreleg.

Next very composedly he wound his trunk about the body of the helpless man, whose horrified eyes I can see to this day, and began to whirl him round and round in the air, gently at first but with a motion that grew ever more rapid, until the bright chains on the victim's breast flashed in the sunlight like a silver wheel.

Then he hurled him to the ground, where the poor king lay a mere shattered pulp that had been human.
Now the priestess was standing in front of the beast-god, apparently quite without fear, though her two attendants had fallen back.