The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, to cross my obsequies and true love's rite? What with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.
The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall justle one against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings.
They remember that they too trod down a sated generation, with just such clamor and with just such scorn, and they foresee that these brave torch-bearers will presently yield their place also.
In the revised story, the Hopping Pot protects an innocent wizard from his torch-bearing, pitchfork- toting neighbors by chasing them away from the wizard's cottage, catching them and swallowing them whole.
From left to right, we get a weeping woman with a child in her arms, a flying fury of war holding out a torch, and a woman facing the heavens with outstretched arms.