Chapter 3
But after some time the moon arose and the wolves went away, for
their leader, a sagacious and crafty chief, declared that as long
as they remained where they were, the lady would remain where she
was; and so, with a hearty curse on trees, the troop departed.
Becfola had pains in her legs from the way she had wrapped them
about the branch, but there was no part of her that did not ache,
for a lady does not sit with any ease upon a tree.
For some time she did not care to come down from the branch.
"Those wolves may return," she said, "for their chief is crafty and
sagacious, and it is certain, from the look I caught in his eye as
he departed, that he would rather taste of me than cat any woman he
has met."
She looked carefully in every direction to see if one might
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