"They have--they have!" exclaimed Rebecca--"and they press the besieged hard upon the outer wall; some plant ladders, some swarm like bees, and endeavour to ascend upon the shoulders of each other--down go stones, beams, and trunks of trees upon their heads, and as fast as they bear the wounded to the rear, fresh men supply their places in the assault--Great God! hast thou given men thine own image, that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands of their brethren!"
Létrákat támasztanak neki, rajzanak, mint a méhek... egymás vállán kapaszkodnak felfelé! Köveket, gerendákat, fatörzseket gurítanak rájuk, zúdítanak a fejükre... de mihelyt hátracipelik sebesültjeiket, új emberek ugranak a helyükbe, feltöltik az ostromlók sorait...