Volume Ii Part 13 (1/2)

”Wolf! wolf! wolf!”

Josserande heard it, for she paused in her descent and cast an anxious look around; but, seeing no one, she raised her eyes to heaven and clasped her hands over the handle of her axe.

The wolf, in the meantime, with fuming nostrils and eyes which looked like burning coals, leaped over the stones of the enclosure and began to run around the circle.

”See, see!” said Pol Bihan; ”he no longer limps.” And Matheline, dazzled by the red light from his eyes, added: ”It seems he is no longer one-eyed!”

Pol brandished his club, and continued,--

”What are we waiting for? Why not attack him?”

”Go you first,” said the men.

”I caught cold the other day, and my leg is stiff, which keeps me from running,” answered Pol.

”Then I will go first!” cried Matheline, raising her pitchfork. ”I will soon show how I hate the wretch!”

Dame Josserande heard her, and sighed,--

”Girl, whom I blessed in baptism, may G.o.d keep me from cursing you now!”

This Matheline, whose pearls were worth nothing, was no coward; for she carried out her words, and marched straight up to the wolf, while Bihan stayed behind and cried,--

”Go, go, my friends; don't be afraid! Ah! but for my stiff leg, I would soon finish the wolf, for I am the strongest and bravest.”

Round and round the circle galloped the wolf as quickly as a hunted stag; his eyes darted fire, his tongue was hanging from his mouth.

Josserande, seeing the danger that threatened him, wept and cried out,--

”O Bretons! is there among you all not one kind soul to defend the widow's son in the hour when he bitterly expiates his sin?”

”Let us alone, G.o.dmother,” boldly replied Matheline.

And from afar Pol Bihan added: ”Don't listen to the old woman; go!”

But another voice was heard in answer to Dame Josserande's appeal, and it said,--

”As last night, we are here!”

Standing in front of Matheline and barring the pa.s.sage were two ragged beggars, with their wallets, leaning upon their staffs. Josserande recognized the two poor men who had so charitably aided her the night before; and one of them, who had snow-white hair and beard, said,--

”My brethren, why do you interfere in this? G.o.d rewards and punishes.

This poor man-wolf is not a d.a.m.ned soul, but one expiating a great crime. Leave justice to G.o.d, if you do not wish some great misfortune to happen to you.”

And Josserande, who was kneeling down, said imploringly,--

”Listen, listen to the saint!”

But from behind, Pol Bihan cried out,--