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“A forest lay before me with its gloomy thickets and its sombre shadows–with its ravens, its vampires, its serpents, its reptiles, and all its hideous brood of night. I darted among its thorns and crouched amid the leaves, the nettles, and the brambles. The owls hooted at me and the thorns pierced my flesh. ‘Go, search and kill,’ said everything. The hares sprang from my pathway; the other beasts ran bellowing away; every form of life shrieked in my ears–the curse was on me–I was the werewolf.

“On, on I went with the fleetness of the wind, and my soul groaned in its wolfish prison, and the winds and the waters and the trees bade me, ‘Go, search and kill, thou accursed brute; go, search and kill.’

“Nowhere was there pity for the wolf; what mercy, thus, should I, the werewolf, show? The curse was on me and it filled me with a hunger and a thirst for blood. Skulking on my way within myself I cried, ‘Let me have blood, oh, let me have human blood, that this wrath may be appeased, that this curse may be removed.’

“At last I came to the sacred grove. Sombre loomed the poplars, the oaks frowned upon me. Before me stood an old man–’twas he, grizzled and taunting, whose curse I bore. He feared me not. All other living things fled before me, but the old man feared me not. A maiden stood beside him. She did not see me, for she was blind.

“Kill, kill,’ cried the old man, and he pointed at the girl beside him.

“Hell raged within me–the curse impelled me–I sprang at her throat. I heard the old man’s laughter once more, and then–then I awoke, trembling, cold, horrified.”

Scarce was this dream told when Alfred strode that way.

“Now, by’r Lady,” quoth he, “I bethink me never to have seen a sorrier twain.”

Then Yseult told him of Harold’s going away and how that Harold had besought her not to venture to the feast of Ste. Aelfreda in the sacred grove.

“These fears are childish,” cried Alfred boastfully. “And thou sufferest me, sweet lady, I will bear thee company to the feast, and a score of my lusty yeomen with their good yew-bows and honest spears, they shall attend me. There be no werewolf, I trow, will chance about with us.”

Whereat Yseult laughed merrily, and Harold said: “‘T is well; thou shalt go to the sacred grove, and may my love and Heaven’s grace forefend all evil.”

Then Harold went to his abode, and he fetched old Siegfried’s spear back unto Yseult, and he gave it into her two hands, saying, “Take this spear with thee to the feast to-morrow night. It is old Siegfried’s spear, possessing mighty virtue and marvellous.”

And Harold took Yseult to his heart and blessed her, and he kissed her upon her brow and upon her lips, saying, “Farewell, oh, my beloved. How wilt thou love me when thou know’st my sacrifice. Farewell, farewell forever, oh, alder-liefest mine.”

So Harold went his way, and Yseult was lost in wonderment.

On the morrow night came Yseult to the sacred grove wherein the feast was spread, and she bore old Siegfried’s spear with her in her girdle. Alfred attended her, and a score of lusty yeomen were with him. In the grove there was great merriment, and with singing and dancing and games withal did the honest folk celebrate the feast of the fair Ste. Aelfreda.

But suddenly a mighty tumult arose, and there were cries of “The werewolf!” “The werewolf!” Terror seized upon all–stout hearts were frozen with fear. Out from the further forest rushed the werewolf, wood wroth, bellowing hoarsely, gnashing his fangs and tossing hither and thither the yellow foam from his snapping jaws. He sought Yseult straight, as if an evil power drew him to the spot where she stood. But Yseult was not afeared; like a marble statue she stood and saw the werewolf’s coming. The yeomen, dropping their torches and casting aside their bows, had fled; Alfred alone abided there to do the monster battle.