The wolf, in the meantime, with fuming nostrils and eyes which looked like burning coals, leaped over the stones of the enclosure and began to run around the circle.
"See, see!" said Pol Bihan; "he no longer limps." And Matheline, dazzled by the red light from his eyes, added: "It seems he is no longer one-eyed!"
Pol brandished his club, and continued,—
"What are we waiting for? Why not attack him?"
"Go you first," said the men.
"I caught cold the other day, and my leg is stiff, which keeps me from running," answered Pol.
"Then I will go first!" cried Matheline, raising her pitchfork. "I will soon show how I hate the wretch!"
Dame Josserande heard her, and sighed,—
"Girl, whom I blessed in baptism, may God keep me from cursing you now!"