paces through the air; and they fell
by the stream, and moved no more.
Flamma threw her javelin at one;
and it struck him in the foot, so that
he could fight but poorly ; and Griffith
slew one more; and the two that
remained whole drew off; but the
wolf-woman stood and cried, “Ye
escape me for the moment; but we
go to the camp to find Evan, that
& slew my son in his castle; and the
men of the North shall slay him, and
all his house, and all that hold to him.
Honora shall die—and thou Flamma
—and thou Griffith; and my son
Morddec’s spirit shall laugh in the air,
for he shall be avenged!”
Then the wolf-woman howled
shrilly ; and there came forth from the
forest around many wolves, until the
glade was but a moving mass of