While Mac is saying a prayer at the grave of Leialel he hears some soft whisper carried by the wind.
So he gets up and walks around listening to some more sounds.
There it is again. At first Mac cannot recognize the sound, but after a while he can hear that it is someone sobbing.
Even though he just witnessed the death of Leialel that has stretched his knowledge of what people can do to each other, Mac is not prepared for what he sees right in front of him.
Three Angels are nailed to fresh cut trees while their wounds are still bleeding. On top of the crosses are attached their names: Lelial, Lehalel and Lezalel. The whispering on the wind must have been their last sound, because all three of them have passed away.
Shocked to the bone Mac turns around and runs away as fast as he can.
He has forgotten how long he has been running when he stumbles for the first time and his whole body is shaking while he cries out aloud.
When Mac stumbles for the second time he feels his guts violently contracting and he spits out blood while the fogs are creeping up on him. He can hardly see a hand before his eyes.
Finally Mac reaches his base camp and the fog clears up.
There it is...home. How is he going to explain this? And what will it do to the hard-fought peace in his community?
At the other side of the mountain the Gorgons are taking their time to carry home their trophies in a jute bag: the cut-off wings of the fugitive Angels.