"There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; a thrumming
came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires
were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his
huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away
across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things,
gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver
red-stained in the ruddy light."