The king raged on his hilltop, shaking his fists at the sky, while the smoke of battle rose. In the evening, in the b****y sunset amid the dust, he saw the giant Vorviades, clearly outlined against the sky.
“You!” he shouted with the last of his strength. “Why did you never fight me?”
The giant turned his masked face, which now gleamed like a second sun. He spread his hands.
“I have fought you all this time, and behold, I am victorious. Have I not destroyed everything you arrayed against me?”
“You never fought against me!” the king shouted. He reached for his sword, then fell to his knees sobbing when he found that he had no sword.
me!”“Yes I did,” said Vorviades, hurling his spear, which was the thunderbolt, to transfix the king.
The Dream-Sender cried out in agony as if he himself
