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When
he
stood
between
me
and
the
flame
he
did
not
obstruct
it
,
for
I
could
see
its
ghostly
flicker
all
the
same
.
This
startled
me
,
but
as
the
effect
was
only
momentary
,
I
took
it
that
my
eyes
deceived
me
straining
through
the
darkness
.
Then
for
a
time
there
were
no
blue
flames
,
and
we
sped
onwards
through
the
gloom
,
with
the
howling
of
the
wolves
around
us
,
as
though
they
were
following
in
a
moving
circle
.
At
last
there
came
a
time
when
the
driver
went
further
afield
than
he
had
yet
gone
,
and
during
his
absence
,
the
horses
began
to
tremble
worse
than
ever
and
to
snort
and
scream
with
fright
.
I
could
not
see
any
cause
for
it
,
for
the
howling
of
the
wolves
had
ceased
altogether
.
But
just
then
the
moon
,
sailing
through
the
black
clouds
,
appeared
behind
the
jagged
crest
of
a
beetling
,
pine-clad
rock
,
and
by
its
light
I
saw
around
us
a
ring
of
wolves
,
with
white
teeth
and
lolling
red
tongues
,
with
long
,
sinewy
limbs
and
shaggy
hair
.
They
were
a
hundred
times
more
terrible
in
the
grim
silence
which
held
them
than
even
when
they
howled
.
For
myself
,
I
felt
a
sort
of
paralysis
of
fear
.
It
is
only
when
a
man
feels
himself
face
to
face
with
such
horrors
that
he
can
understand
their
true
import
.
All
at
once
the
wolves
began
to
howl
as
though
the
moonlight
had
had
some
peculiar
effect
on
them
.
The
horses
jumped
about
and
reared
,
and
looked
helplessly
round
with
eyes
that
rolled
in
a
way
painful
to
see
.
But
the
living
ring
of
terror
encompassed
them
on
every
side
,
and
they
had
perforce
to
remain
within
it
.
I
called
to
the
coachman
to
come
,
for
it
seemed
to
me
that
our
only
chance
was
to
try
to
break
out
through
the
ring
and
to
aid
his
approach
,
I
shouted
and
beat
the
side
of
the
caleche
,
hoping
by
the
noise
to
scare
the
wolves
from
the
side
,
so
as
to
give
him
a
chance
of
reaching
the
trap
.
How
he
came
there
,
I
know
not
,
but
I
heard
his
voice
raised
in
a
tone
of
imperious
command
,
and
looking
towards
the
sound
,
saw
him
stand
in
the
roadway
.
As
he
swept
his
long
arms
,
as
though
brushing
aside
some
impalpable
obstacle
,
the
wolves
fell
back
and
back
further
still
.
Just
then
a
heavy
cloud
passed
across
the
face
of
the
moon
,
so
that
we
were
again
in
darkness
.
When
I
could
see
again
the
driver
was
climbing
into
the
caleche
,
and
the
wolves
disappeared
.
This
was
all
so
strange
and
uncanny
that
a
dreadful
fear
came
upon
me
,
and
I
was
afraid
to
speak
or
move
.
The
time
seemed
interminable
as
we
swept
on
our
way
,
now
in
almost
complete
darkness
,
for
the
rolling
clouds
obscured
the
moon
.
We
kept
on
ascending
,
with
occasional
periods
of
quick
descent
,
but
in
the
main
always
ascending
.
Suddenly
,
I
became
conscious
of
the
fact
that
the
driver
was
in
the
act
of
pulling
up
the
horses
in
the
courtyard
of
a
vast
ruined
castle
,
from
whose
tall
black
windows
came
no
ray
of
light
,
and
whose
broken
battlements
showed
a
jagged
line
against
the
sky
.
5
May
.
--
I
must
have
been
asleep
,
for
certainly
if
I
had
been
fully
awake
I
must
have
noticed
the
approach
of
such
a
remarkable
place
.
In
the
gloom
the
courtyard
looked
of
considerable
size
,
and
as
several
dark
ways
led
from
it
under
great
round
arches
,
it
perhaps
seemed
bigger
than
it
really
is
.
I
have
not
yet
been
able
to
see
it
by
daylight
.
When
the
caleche
stopped
,
the
driver
jumped
down
and
held
out
his
hand
to
assist
me
to
alight
.
Again
I
could
not
but
notice
his
prodigious
strength
.
His
hand
actually
seemed
like
a
steel
vice
that
could
have
crushed
mine
if
he
had
chosen
.
Then
he
took
my
traps
,
and
placed
them
on
the
ground
beside
me
as
I
stood
close
to
a
great
door
,
old
and
studded
with
large
iron
nails
,
and
set
in
a
projecting
doorway
of
massive
stone
.
I
could
see
even
in
the
dim
light
that
the
stone
was
massively
carved
,
but
that
the
carving
had
been
much
worn
by
time
and
weather
.
As
I
stood
,
the
driver
jumped
again
into
his
seat
and
shook
the
reins
.
The
horses
started
forward
,
and
trap
and
all
disappeared
down
one
of
the
dark
openings
.
I
stood
in
silence
where
I
was
,
for
I
did
not
know
what
to
do
.
Of
bell
or
knocker
there
was
no
sign
.
Through
these
frowning
walls
and
dark
window
openings
it
was
not
likely
that
my
voice
could
penetrate
.
The
time
I
waited
seemed
endless
,
and
I
felt
doubts
and
fears
crowding
upon
me
.
What
sort
of
place
had
I
come
to
,
and
among
what
kind
of
people
?
What
sort
of
grim
adventure
was
it
on
which
I
had
embarked
?
Was
this
a
customary
incident
in
the
life
of
a
solicitor
's
clerk
sent
out
to
explain
the
purchase
of
a
London
estate
to
a
foreigner
?
Solicitor
's
clerk
!
Mina
would
not
like
that
.
Solicitor
,
for
just
before
leaving
London
I
got
word
that
my
examination
was
successful
,
and
I
am
now
a
full-blown
solicitor
!
I
began
to
rub
my
eyes
and
pinch
myself
to
see
if
I
were
awake
.
It
all
seemed
like
a
horrible
nightmare
to
me
,
and
I
expected
that
I
should
suddenly
awake
,
and
find
myself
at
home
,
with
the
dawn
struggling
in
through
the
windows
,
as
I
had
now
and
again
felt
in
the
morning
after
a
day
of
overwork
.
But
my
flesh
answered
the
pinching
test
,
and
my
eyes
were
not
to
be
deceived
.
I
was
indeed
awake
and
among
the
Carpathians
.
All
I
could
do
now
was
to
be
patient
,
and
to
wait
the
coming
of
morning
.
