96 The Flame-Flower

“Follow, follow!” she called; ‘1 am ever
ahead!” He could not see her, but followed,
thinking she still went faster than he. |
Now on the ridge of
hill where the yew-trees
grew she saw figures
come running into sight
—wild figures of men clad
in skins, and with javelins
in their hands; and leading
them was the figure of a woman,
yet in some way like that of a wolf ;
and Flamma knew it was the wolf-
woman, the mother of Morddec
who was burned in his castle.
Then Flamma called up all
her remaining breath, and called
cheerily once more to Griffith ;
and so turned suddenly
aside from the way he would
follow her, and plunged into
a great mass of bracken, and fell down in the
midst of it on her face, knowing no more
for a space. But Griffith passed, running,
thinking her still ahead.

       
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 

  

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