In the gray twilight of dawn, the prophet ascended to the wall of Sardopolis The whole plain in front of him was dotted with tents of the besieging army, decorated with the symbol of the winged two-legged dragon - the coat of arms of the belligerent king Ciaxares from the North. In a subtle, piercing voice, the prophet spoke: Trouble, trouble to Sardopolis! The pearl of Gobi will fall and perish, her glory will go away forever! The altars will be desecrated, and the streets will be drenched in red blood . I see the death of the king, I see the shame of his subjects ... Then the prophet took two steps forward and jumped He collapsed on the raised spears and died. On that day, the gates of Sardopolis fell under the blows of large battle rams, and the people of Ciaxares burst into the city like a tide, like wolves.