"Werewolf" - читать интересную книгу автора (Housman Clarence)

His opportunity came at last. White Fell questioned of the
landmarks of the country, and of one Cairn Hill, which was an
appointed meeting-place at which she was due that night. The
house-mistress and Sweyn both exclaimed.

'It is three long miles away,' said Sweyn; 'with no place for shelter
but a wretched hut. Stay with us this night, and I will show you the
way tomorrow.'

White Fell seemed to hesitate. 'Three miles,' she said; 'then I
should be able to see or hear a signal.'

'I will look out,' said Sweyn; 'then, if there be no signal, you must
not leave us.'

He went to the door. Christian rose silently, and followed him out.

'Sweyn, do you know what she is?'

Sweyn, surprised at the vehement grasp, and low hoarse voice,
made answer:

'She? Who? White Fell?'

'Yes.'

'She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.'

'She is a werewolf.'

Sweyn burst out laughing. 'Are you mad?' he asked.

'No; here, see for yourself.'

Christian drew him out of the porch, pointing to the snow where
the footmarks had been. Had been, for now they were not. Snow
was falling fast, and every dint was blotted out.

'Well?' asked Sweyn.

'Had you come when I signed to you, you would have seen for
yourself.'

'Seen what?'

'The footprints of a wolf leading up to the door; none leading
away.'

It was impossible not to be startled by the tone alone, though it
was hardly above a whisper. Sweyn eyed his brother anxiously, but