and after the ordeal was over with no dicing , and veig treth dragged his weary steps back home , dreaming of locking himself in his room , drinking as much wine as was humanly possible without dying and then falling into the sweet oblivion of sleep , he found the spirit home invaded by a host of people who implored him to intervene on behalf of the loved ones they had lost to the kings massacre , men and women pulling their hair and gnashing their teeth and wailing and clawing at him like famished beggars .