Her voice was still magic to them and with shouts of fury they began
leaping over to the floor below, scrambling over in a circle that
spread about the seated Martians.
The Martians still did not move a muscle. They remained as if carved
from stone, even as Roal poured his deadly flames into them.
He looked up to see what had become of Alayna. He thought that she had
followed. But she remained there on the balcony, a symbol to urge the
spacemen over its edge. Now that they had almost all come, she was
nearly alone, and the fury of the monstrous head seemed to be turned on
her alone.