“I will show you who is the master,” said No Man.
And he took up the spear and beat her with the handle. But She Wolf did not scream or cry out. She grunted only and moaned a little, for knowing that she had found her master, she took a certain pleasure in the blows.
No Man did not stop beating her until he was tired of plying the spear handle.
For the second time she crawled to his feet whimpering and seeking to ingratiate herself with him.
“I will go to your cave,” she said.
“That is good talk,” said No Man “and I will not beat you any more to-day.”
She Wolf whimpered and touched his feet.
“There is a thorn in your foot,” said No Man, and he drew it out for her.
At that tears gushed from She Wolf’s eyes and she sobbed, and it was because her master had been kind to her.
“This,” said No Man to himself, “is something that I have never seen before. It may be that I have struck her too hard and that she will die. And that will be a great trouble for she is very alluring.”