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A leap⁠—a cry⁠—flurry of steel and claw,

Then silence. As before, the morning light

And the same brute crouched yonder; and he saw

Under its feet, broken and bent and white,

The ruined limbs of Dymer, killed outright

All in a moment, all his story done.

… But that same moment came the rising sun;