"Yes."
"She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
"She is a Were-Wolf."
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."