light of the dying sun the sight and sounds were so horrid that I

trembled like a child. The she-wolf grew faint, for the fangs of her

mate were buried in her throat. Then I saw that now was the time to

smite him, lest when he had killed her he should kill me also. So I

lifted the Watcher and sprang into the cave, having it in my mind to

slay the wolf before he lifted up his head. But he heard my footsteps,

or perhaps my shadow fell upon him. Loosing his grip, he looked up,

this father of wolves; then, making no sound, he sprang straight at my