The Flame-Flower 101

And Griffith opened his eyes; and his
eyes sought the face of the hamadryad ; and
Flamma turned her face away to hide it.

Griffith was weak from his wounds; but a
faint clamour arose from the distant camp
upon the hill, and he sprang up and seized
his axe and a javelin.

“I must go to them,” he cried, “for I hear
the horn of Evan thy father calling me.”
Flamma sprang up too, to go with him.

“Rest thou here, for thou wouldst be of
no avail, and thy peril would fetter my arm.”

And the maiden laid hold on Flamma,
and held her back. “He is right,” said
the hamadryad.

So Griffith made what haste he could for
his wounds, and came out from the edge of
the forest, hurrying to the camp. When he
came within sight of it, he saw a great
host of the Northern men seething round
the palisades, and the wolf-woman urging
them on. She turned and saw Griffith
afar off, and shrieked loud and long; and
at the signal the wolves came forth from
the forests, and set upon Griffith; but he