Bongerok the dragon went out through the wide wound.

Then Leothric walked on past that dead monster, and the armoured
body still quivered a little. And for a while it was like all the
ploughshares in a county working together in one field behind tired
and struggling horses; then the quivering ceased, and Wong Bongerok
lay still to rust.

And Leothric went on to the open gates, and Sacnoth dripped quietly
along the floor.

By the open gates through which Wong Bongerok had entered, Leothric
came into a corridor echoing with music. This was the first place
from which Leothric could see anything above his head, for hitherto
the roof had ascended to mountainous heights and had stretched
indistinct in the gloom. But along the narrow corridor hung huge
bells low and near to his head, and the width of each brazen bell
was from wall to wall, and they were one behind the other. And as he
passed under each the bell uttered, and its voice was mournful and
deep, like to the voice of a bell speaking to a man for the last
time when he is newly dead. Each bell uttered once as Leothric came
under it, and their voices sounded solemnly and wide apart at
ceremonious intervals. For if he walked slow, these bells came
closer together, and when he walked swiftly they moved farther
apart. And the echoes of each bell tolling above his head went on
before him whispering to the others. Once when he stopped they all
jangled angrily till he went on again.

Between these slow and boding notes came the sound of the magical
musicians. They were playing a dirge now very mournfully.