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Then Gulo pushed forward with his bloody face, and exclaimed, in haste and pitifully, "See our blood, lord! We fought! See our blood! See our blood!" But he had not finished when Vinicius seized a bronze lamp, and with one blow shattered the skull of the slave; then, seizing his own head with both hands, he drove his fingers into his hair, repeating hoarsely, "Me miserum! me miserum!"
Followed a hectic thirty seconds of simply diabolical noises, while the two rolled upon the ground, grappling fiendishly in the darkness. Then they parted, got up, growled one final roll of fury at each other, fang to fang, and, curling up, went to sleep. But it was nothing, only the quite usual greeting between Gulo and his wife. They were a sweet couple.
Once a fox, somewhere in the utter silence of the forest depths, barked a hoarse, sharp, malicious sound; and once, hoarser still and very hollowly, a great horned owl hooted with disconcerting suddenness. But all these things made no difference to the wolverine, to Gulo, though he "froze" with habitual care to watch them for your wild creature rarely takes chances.
Gulo yelled aloud and he was a dumb beast, too, as a rule, but I guess the pain was excruciating as a hooked stiletto, it appeared, stabbed through fur, through skin, deep down through flesh, right into his back, clutching, gripping vise-like. Another stiletto, hooked, too, worse than the first one, beat at his skull, tore at his scalp, madly tried to rip out his eyes.
It was a mistake, of course a mistake for the wolverine to be out on the open ridge in stark daylight; another mistake for the eagle, presuming on his fine, lustful pride of strength, to attack him. And then suddenly Gulo got his chance. It hit him bang in the face, nearly blinding him as it passed the tree-top.
About three yards ahead of him the snow burst burst, I say, like a six-inch shell, upwards. There was a terrific commotion, a wild, whirring, whirling smother, a cloud of white, and away went five birds, upon heavily beating wings, into the gathering gloom. Gulo went away, too, growling deep down inside of, and to, himself. He was hungry, was Gulo.
The golden-haired Eunice and Iras pushed bronze footstools under their feet, and poured wine for them into goblets, out of wonderful narrow-necked pitchers from Volaterræ and Cæcina. "Hast thou among thy people any one who knows that giant Lygian?" asked Petronius. "Atacinus and Gulo knew him; but Atacinus fell yesterday at the litter, and Gulo I killed." "I am sorry for him," said Petronius.
Probably nay, certainly Nature knows best, and is quite well aware what she is up to, and it is perhaps not meant that we should put her in the limelight in her grisly moods. Suffice it to say that Gulo seemed to stop at length, simply because even he could not "see red" forever, and with exhaustion returned sense, and with sense in his case in-born caution.
It seemed to have a personal grudge against the whole fell clan of wolverine, and to be bent upon trampling Gulo to death. Gulo watched it for about one quarter of a second. Then he quitted, and the speed he had put up previously was nothing to that which he showed now uselessly. And, far behind him, the man in the sleigh drew out his rifle from under the fur rugs.
Down came Gulo in that grim silence which was, except for his domestic arguments, characteristic of the beast, and trotted to a pool hard by. The pool was spring-fed, and covered, as to every dead leaf and stone, with fine green moss of incomparable softness.
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