Still the howling winds lash the hall and shake the panes, but Summoned and Solvunnites laboring together have barricaded windows and bolted doors against the onslaught. While others clean up the debris of the storm come to the hall — broken glass from the goat's breach, smashed mugs and splattered suppers from the tables overturned — Achilles' attention stays with the goat.

"Honey-sweet words would hardly have persuaded it toward peace. I did what I must to keep safe the hall's people."

Purposing to tempt the goat, he waves the bread for it to see. The creature only bleats in distress and begins to pace its pen.