dog-wolf which I had killed, and, taking my knife of iron, I began to

skin it by the light of the moon. For an hour or more I skinned,

singing to myself as I worked, and striving to forget him who sat in

the cleft above and the howlings which ran about the mountains. But

ever the moonlight shone more clearly into the cave: now by it I could

see his shape of bone and skin, ay, and even the bandage about his

eyes. Why had he tied it there? I wondered--perhaps to hide the faces

of the fierce wolves as they sprang upwards to grip him. And always