ROLF Well—well?
YORUL Well, I had hardly reined back in the wood And Thordis passed me by—Man, it was awful! Under the very hoofs of the dwarf’s horse— Out of the earth, it seemed—there sprang a wolf And bit the stallion’s loin. The horse rolled over— A wolf—a giant wolf!
ROLF What then?
YORUL I say It stood as high as that, Rolf, yet I swear If it were not a wolf, yet what—
ROLF What happened?
YORUL There rang a great shout and the riders all Leapt to the ground where, in the midst of them, Tangled together with the kicking steed, Rolled the huge wolf and Arfi; him the beast Held by the gorge between his grinning jaws, Throttling him like a whelp. But Ingimund—
ROLF Hel have him! Did he save the dwarf?
YORUL He dragged The wolf away, and struck him with his spear Twice, as I told you. But the beast escaped.
ROLF And Arfi lives?
YORUL I know not. I made after The wolf, and met you as I tracked him here.