"The clangor of the swords had died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed;
silence lay on the red-stained snow. The bleak pale sun that glittered so blindingly from
the ice-fields and the snow-covered plains struck sheens of silver from rent corselet and
broken blade, where the dead lay as they had fallen. The nerveless hand yet gripped the
broken hilt; helmeted heads back-drawn