As Caesar lay there in despair, imagining all the glorious days he had lived before the people came, thinking of his precious hairbrush that was covered over, and his carvings now annihilated, he wanted to cry, but had no tears left. And then as he lay with his head on the floor he saw her. She was still smiling as tears rolled down her face. She approached the humming and crackling wires, trying to reach through. So the king pushed he hand away, and tore a few of the wires. He reached his own hand out, and the minute she grasped it her tears were stopped. And the king was glad.
Caesar languished in his cage for days. He was given neither food nor water, and continued to wither in size and strength. The people had bound his head with an iron band to hold together the wounds in his skull, but soon the band itself became greatly painful. For a while they had wrapped his wounds in bandages, but just before they had fully healed they had stripped them off, which actually served only to make the wounds more susceptible to infection.
Each day the little girl came to him, and in whispered voices they would sing that song that he still had not forgotten.
For three days the king lay in his electrified grave, with two guards posted around him, lest he should try to escape. It was foolish to imagine that any of these obstacle could have stopped the king of the rocks, but the people imagined it so, for he was still inside their cage.
Caesar lay in his cage, listening to all the sounds and watching the roads. He watched as huge tubes and slabs of the smooth grey rock the people made were carted over the bridge of which he had laid the cornerstone. They moved large guns, and trucks of people with the shiny guns. Great beasts with the flaming noses and bright eyes crawled over his bridge and around his cage. Giant carrion birds with unflapping wings and terrible infinite cries flew over and around, dropping their flaming eggs onto the rocks. And on the third day they set up sirens all around the camp, and tripled the guard around the king.
Then came the crackling explosions. Huge black clouds growing on the eastern sky, obscuring the rising of the sun. As Caesar watched he saw hundreds of the smaller beasts with four spinning legs which could hold a dozen men in their stomachs fly by over his bridge. Bright lights and incredible noises echoed from across the river. Screaming and wailing drifted by. And then that one voice that could send the king from his throne into the mouth of the beasts crying in the wasteland that had once been the capital of all men. "Caesar!"
At the sound of his name the king stood to his two feet, and all the guards around him turned.
A beast more mighty than any before, covered with eyes and belching out smoke from several mouths, with awful light and brilliant darkness spreading terror, rolled toward the bridge that Caesar had built. And running towards it were all the people. But the king cared not for all of them. But only for one.