Before the pyre moved figures, in one of whom I knew Ki dressed in his magician's robe.
Outside of these there was a double circle of soldiers who kept the people back, which these needed, for they raved like madmen and shook their fists.

A group of priests near the fire separated, and I saw that among them stood a man and a woman, the latter with dishevelled hair and torn robes as though she had been roughly handled.

At this moment her strength seemed to fail her and she sank to the ground, lifting her face as she did so.

It was the face of Merapi, Moon of Israel.
So she was not dead.

The man at her side stooped as though to lift her up, but a stone thrown out of the shadow struck him in the back and caused him to straighten himself, which he did with a curse at the thrower.