The vision, or spell, or whatever it was, passed, and the darkness of the world fell back in on him like a wave. Blood, red and hot, stained his plate-mail; he found that its odor was filling his nose, had filled the whole atmosphere, lying thick in the air like a flood. As his eyes fell from heaven, they settled on the mountainous corpse of the dragon, the harpoon sticking out of its side. The shaft was raised slightly in the air like a flag-pole, and the bloody gash it had rent gushed out in a thick and bloody river.
The First Dragonslayer
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