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“We must return to the parsonage, and say we
went for a sleigh ride in the starlight. This won’t
do.”
They turned, but the next moment the sledge
was surrounded by the savage beasts. Grey bodies
pressed near, white teeth gleamed, glaring eyes
flashed; they howled with hunger and the thirst of
blood. Their white teeth were ready to tear into
soft human flesh. They sprang upon Don Juan,
and hung to the harness. Anna sat and wondered
if they would be eaten up entirely, or if people
would find their torn limbs in the bloody trampled
snow next morning.
“It is a case of life and death now,” she said,
bending down and grasping Tankred by his collar.
“Let him be, it would not help us. It is n’t for
his sake the wolves are abroad to-night.”
And Gösta drove into the yard at Berga, the
wolves following them to the very steps, so that he
was obliged to beat them off with the whip.
“Anna,” he said, as they reached the door, “it is
not God’s will. Keep a good countenance now, if
you are the woman I think you.”
The sleigh-bells had been heard indoors, and all
the household came to meet them.
“He has brought her!” they cried, “he has
brought her! Long live Gösta Berling!”
And they passed from one embrace to another.
Many questions were not asked. It was late; their
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