The Company of Wolves-2

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    Soon they were laughing and joking like old friends. When he offered to carry her basket, she gave it to him although her knife was in it because he told her his rifle would protect them. As the day darkened, it began to snow again; she felt the first flakes settle on her eyelashes but now there was only half a mile to go and there would be a fire, and hot tea, and a wele, a warm one surely, for the dashing huntsman as well as for herself.

    This young man had a remarkable obje his pocket. It was a pass. She looked at the little round glassfa the palm of his hand and watched the wavering needle with a vague wonder. He assured her this pass had taken him safely through the wood on his hunting trip because the needle always told him with perfect accuracy where the north was. She did not believe it; she knew she should never leave the path on the way through the wood or else she would be lost instantly. He laughed at her again; gleaming trails of spittle g to his teeth. He said, if he plunged off the path into the forest that surrouhem, he would guarao arrive at her grandmothers house a good quarter of an hour before she did, plotting his way through the undergrowth with his pass, while she trudged the long way, along the winding path.

    I dont believe you. Besides, arent you afraid of the wolves?

    He only tapped the gleaming butt of his rifle and grinned.

    Is it a bet? he asked her. Shall we make a game of it? What will you give me if I get to yrandmothers house before you?

    What would you like? she asked disingenuously.

    A kiss.

    onplaces of a rustic sedu; she lowered her eyes and blushed.

    He went through the undergrowth and took her basket with him but she fot to be afraid of the beasts, although now the moon was rising, for she wao dawdle on her way to make sure the handsome gentleman would win his wager.

    Grandmothers house stood by itself a little way out o..he village. The freshly falling snow blew in eddies about the kit garden and the young man stepped delicately up the snowy path to the door as if he were relut to get his feet wet, swinging his bundle of game and the girls basket and humming a little tuo himself.

    There is a faint trace of blood on his ; he has been snag on his catch.

    He rapped upon the panels with his knuckles.

    Aged and frail, granny is three-quarters succumbed to the mortality the ache in her bones promises her and almost ready to give iirely. A boy came out from the village to build up her hearth for the night an ho and the kit crackles with busy firelight. She has her Bible for pany, she is a pious old woman. She is propped up on several pillows in the bed set into the easant-fashion, ed up ichwork quilt she made before she was married, more years ago than she cares to remember. Two a spaniels with liver-coloured blotches on their coats and blaoses sit oher side of the fireplace. There is a bright rug of woven rags on the pahe grandfather clock ticks away her eroding time.

    We keep the wolves outside by living well.

    He rapped upon the panels with his hairy knuckles.

    It is yranddaughter, he mimicked in a high soprano.

    Lift up the latd walk in, my darling.

    You  tell them by their eyes, eyes of a beast of prey, noal, devastating eyes as red as a wound; you  hurl your Bible at him and your apron after, granny, you thought that was a sure prophylactic against these infernal vermin. . . now call on Christ and his mother and all the angels in heaven to protect you but it wont do you any good.

    His feral muzzle is sharp as a knife; he drops his golden burden of gnawed pheasant oable and puts down your dear girls basket, too. Oh, my God, what have you doh her?

    Off with his disguise, that coat of forest-coloured cloth, the hat with the feather tucked into the ribbon; his matted hair streams down his white shirt and she  see the lice moving in it. The sticks in the hearth shift and hiss; night and the forest hbbr>?</abbr>as e into the kit with darkangled in its hair.

    He strips off his shirt. His skin is the colour aure of vellum. A crisp stripe of hair runs down his belly, his nipples are ripe and dark as poison fruit but hes so thin you could t the ribs under his skin if only he gave you the time. He strips off his trousers and she  see how hairy his legs are. His genitals, huge. Ah! huge.

    The last thing the old lady saw in all this world was a young man, eyes like ders, naked as a stone, approag her bed.

    The wolf is ivore inate.

    When he had finished with her, he licked his chops and quickly dressed himself aga９９lｉb.in, until he was just as he had been when he came through her door. He burhe inedible hair in the fireplad ed the bones up in a napkin that he hid away uhe bed in the woode in which he found a  pair of sheets. These he carefully put on the bed instead of the tell-tale stained ones he stowed away in the laundry basket. He plumped up the pillows and shook out the patchwork quilt, he picked up the Bible from the floor, closed it and laid it oable. All was as it had been before except that grandmother was gohe sticks twitched in the grate, the clock ticked and the young man sat patiently, deceitfully beside the bed in grannys nightcap. Rat-a-tap-tap.

    Whos there, he quavers in grannys antique falsetto. Only yranddaughter.

    So she came in, bringing with her a flurry of snow that melted in tears oiles, and perhaps she was a little disappoio see only her grandmother sitting beside the fire. But then he flung off the bla and sprang to the door, pressing his back against it so that she could<bdi></bdi> not get out again.

    The girl looked round the room and saw there was not even the iion of a head on the smooth cheek of the pillow and how, for the first time shed seen it so, the Bible lay closed oable. The tick of the clock cracked like a whip. She wanted her knife from her basket but she did not dare to reach for it because his eyes were fixed upon her -- huge eyes that now seemed to shih a unique, interiht, eyes the size of saucers, saucers full of Greek fire, diabolic phosphoresce. What big eyes you have. All the better to see you with.

    No trace at all of the old woman except for a tuft of white hair that had caught in the bark of an unburned log. When the girl saw that, she knew she was in danger of death. Where is my grandmother? Theres nobody here but we two, my darling.

    Now a great howling rose up all around them, near, very near as close as the kit garden, the howling of a multitude of wolves; she khe worst wolves are hairy on the inside and she shivered, in spite of the scarlet shawl she pulled more closely round herself as if it could protect her although it was as red as the blood she must spill. Who has e to sing us carols, she said.

    Those are the voiy brothers, darling; I love the pany of wolves. Look out of the window and youll see them.

    Snow half-caked the lattid she ope to look into the garden. It was a white night of moon and snow; the blizzard whirled round the gaunt, grey beasts who squatted on their haunches among the rows of winter cabbage, pointing their sharp snouts to the moon and howling as if their hearts would break. Ten wolves; twenty wolves -- so many wolves she could not t them, howling in cert as if dement<mark></mark>ed or deraheir eyes reflected the light from the kit and shone like a hundred dles.

    It is very cold, poor things, she said; no wohey howl so.

    She closed the window on the wolves threnody and took off her scarlet shawl, the colour of poppies, the colour of sacrifices, the colour of her menses, and, since her fear did her no good, she ceased to be afraid.

    What shall I do with my shawl?

    Throw it on the fire, dear one. You wont  again.

    She bundled up her shawl and threw it on the blaze, whistantly ed it. Then she drew her blouse over her head; her small breasts gleamed as if the snow had ihe room.

    What shall I do with my blouse?

    Into the fire with it, too, my pet.

    The thin musli flaring up the ey like a magic bird and now off came her skirt, her woollen stogs, her shoes, and on to the fire they went, too, and were gone food. The firelight shohrough the edges of her skin; now she was clothed only in her untouched integument of flesh. This dazzling, naked she bed out her hair with her fingers; her hair looked white as the snow outside. The directly to the man with red eyes in whose u mahe lice moved; she stood up on tiptoe and unbuttohe collar of his shirt.

    What big arms you have.

    All the better to hug you with.

    Every wolf in the world now howled a prothalamion outside the window as she freely gave him the kiss she owed him.

    What big teeth you have!

    She saw how his jaw began to slaver and the room was full of the clamour of the forests Liebestod but the wise child never flinched, even as he answered: All the better to eat you with.

    The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobodys meat. She laughed at him full in the face, she ripped off his shirt for him and flung it into the fire, in the fiery wake of her own discarded clothing. The flames danced like dead souls on ursignacht and the old bones uhe bed set up a terrible clattering but she did not pay them any heed.

    ivore inate, only immaculate flesh appeases him.

    She will lay his fearful head on her lap and she will pick out the lice from his pelt and perhaps she will put the lito her mouth ahem, as he will bid her, as she would do in a savage marriage ceremony.

    The blizzard will die down.

    The blizzard died down, leaving the mountains as randomly covered with snow as if a blind woman had thrown a sheet over them, the upper branches of the forest pines limed, creaking, swollen with the fall.

    Snowlight, moonlight, a fusion of paw-prints.

    All silent, all silent.

    Midnight; and the clock strikes. It is Christmas day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice stands wide opehem all sink through.

    See! sweet and sound she sleeps in grannys bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.

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