But I had no wish to come there, beingafraid of the wolves, for now I knew that these were the ghosts wholive upon the mountain. Ilooked, I saw, and beyond I discovered the mouth of the cave, wherethe bones of the boy should be. Some slept andgrowled in their sleep, some gnawed at the skulls of dead game, somesat up like dogs and their tongues hung from their grinning jaws. I lifted byhead over the brink of the rock and looked, and I tell you,Umslopogaas, my blood ran cold and my heart turned to water, forthere, before the cave, rolled wolves, many and great. So I climbed up the steep rock, where little bushesgrow like hair on the arms of a man, till at last I came to the kneesof the stone Witch, which are the space before the cave. Here the sun shonemerrily, here lizards ran and birds flew to and fro, and though itgrew towards the eveningfor I had wandered long in the forestI wasafraid no more. Now Umslopogaas, son of Mopo, hear I had passed the forest, and hadcome, as it were, to the legs of the old stone Witch who sits up aloftthere forever waiting for the world to die.
The blowfell on her neck and broke it, so that she rolled over and at once wasdead. I saw, and crept softly behind her, then,lifting the Watcher, I dashed him down with all my strength. They may be killed by man alone, and that hardly.There she stood, and yet she did not look at me or on her dead mate,but at him who sat above. Then I looked at mywounds they were not deep, for the leather bag had saved me, yet Ifeel them to this hour, for there is poison in the mouth of a wolf.Presently I glanced up, and saw that the shewolf had found her feetagain, and stood as though unhurt for this is the nature of theseghosts, Umslopogaas, that, though they fight continually, they cannotdestroy each other. Presently I sat up on the ground, and, placingthe handle of the Watcher between his jaws, I forced them open,freeing my flesh from the grip of his teeth. Then I yelled with pain and rage,and lifting the Watcher endways, drove it down with both hands, as aman drives a stake into the earth, and that with so great a strokethat the skull of the wolf was shattered like a pot, and he fell dead,dragging me with him. Yet he ran atme on three feet, and, though the club fell on his side, he seized mewith his teeth, biting through that leather bag, which was wound aboutmy middle, into the flesh behind. Thistime I leaped aside and struck downwards, and the blow fell upon hisright leg and broke it, so that he could spring no more. But there he would not say, for,rising before I could smite again, once more he sprang at me.
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The blow met him in midair it fell full on his chest andstruck him backwards to the earth. I saw him, and whirling the Watcher aloft, I smote with all mystrength.
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