"Suddenly, in the words of Albericus, there burst overhead a noise like the roaring of 'enormous artificial golden lions,'that was the drum: less, in this instance, like smitten parchment than the crackling roll of clouds that embrace in thunder.

"Suddenly, in the words of Albericus, there burst overhead a noise like the roaring of 'enormous artificial golden lions,'that was the drum: less, in this instance, like smitten parchment than the crackling roll of clouds that embrace in thunder.