A wild chase was going on in the depths, and where it passed the rushes
bowed their sheaves.
With a hiss it curves its neck and turns the foil upwards, snapping and
biting at its tormentors.
She snaps eagerly at the nearest “worm,” but it escapes her by adroitly
curling up.
The bird darts upon her from behind with outstretched claws, and drives
them with full force into her back.