Mani had hardly thought of grasping one of these golden threads of the invincible power of free fate and to pull it, when again the picture changed suddenly. Baring their teeth and shouting out wild songs of despotic will, the three giant hags sat at the bubbling morass again, spun their black-red-white threads, dipped them into the mud and caught with them the elements and beings; then they wove everything back together lest not a single one may escape from the bonds of fate.

And again the dragon-fortress stared in stony coarseness at the rumbling heaps of rocks as they rose trembling and ran around the stone fortress.
Again the trees, shrubs, and grass rose from the ground and wandered about the devastated park; storm raged on all sides.