CHAPTER THE SIXTY-SECOND.

"It so happened that our master had gone to Capua to attend to some odds

and ends of business and I seized the opportunity, and persuaded a guest

of the house to accompany me as far as the fifth mile-stone. He was a

soldier, and as brave as the very devil. We set out about cock-crow, the

moon was shining as bright as midday, and came to where the tombstones

are. My man stepped aside amongst them, but I sat down, singing, and

commenced to count them up. When I looked around for my companion, he

had stripped himself and piled his clothes by the side of the road. My

heart was in my mouth, and I sat there while he pissed a ring around them

and was suddenly turned into a wolf! Now don't think I'm joking, I

wouldn't lie for any amount of money, but as I was saying, he commenced

to howl after he was turned into a wolf, and ran away into the forest.

I didn't know where I was for a minute or two, then I went to his

clothes, to pick them up, and damned if they hadn't turned to stone! Was

ever anyone nearer dead from fright than me? Then I whipped out my sword

and cut every shadow along the road to bits, till I came to the house of

my mistress. I looked like a ghost when I went in, and I nearly slipped

my wind. The sweat was pouring down my crotch, my eyes were staring, and

I could hardly be brought around. My Melissa wondered why I was out so

late. "Oh, if you'd only come sooner," she said, "you could have helped

us: a wolf broke into the folds and attacked the sheep, bleeding them

like a butcher. But he didn't get the laugh on me, even if he did get

away, for one of the slaves ran his neck through with a spear!" I

couldn't keep my eyes shut any longer when I heard that, and as soon as

it grew light, I rushed back to our Gaius' house like an innkeeper beaten

out of his bill, and when I came to the place where the clothes had been

turned into stone, there was nothing but a pool of blood! And moreover,

when I got home, my soldier was lying in bed, like an ox, and a doctor

was dressing his neck! I knew then that he was a werewolf, and after

that, I couldn't have eaten a crumb of bread with him, no, not if you had

killed me. Others can think what they please about this, but as for me,

I hope your geniuses will all get after me if I lie."

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