The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace is dissolved.
He remembers his nobles. They stumble in their march. They make haste to the wall of it, and the mantelet is prepared.
And it is decreed. She is uncovered. She is carried away, and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.
Behold, thy people in the midst of thee are women. The gates of thy land are set wide open to thine enemies. The fire has devoured thy bars.