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The boat will waft thee to Sicily; and there, in the town of Syracuse, thou must inquire for a man whose years have numbered one hundred and sixty-two; for that man it is who will teach thee how the spell which has made thee a Wehr-Wolf may be broken."
But that Wehr-Wolf bears a charmed life; for though the hounds overtake him fall upon him and attack him with all the courage of their nature, yet does he hurl them from him, toss them aside, spurn them away, and at length free himself from their pursuit altogether!
"But the terms the conditions the compact!" exclaimed Wagner, in feverish haste, though with foreboding apprehension. "THINE IMMORTAL SOUL!" responded the fiend, in a low but sonorous and horrifying whisper. "No no!" shrieked Wagner, covering his face with his hands. "Avaunt, Satan, I defy thee! Ten thousand, thousand times preferable is the doom of the Wehr-Wolf, appalling even though that be!"
Away away toward the mountains rushes the Wehr-Wolf, those mountains which constitute the barrier of safety to protect Nisida from the fangs of the animal that would mangle her fair form were she to cross its path. But, ah! he rushes up the acclivity he clears rugged rock and jutting crag with wondrous bounds; just Heaven! will he pass those heights will he cross the range of volcanic hills? Oh!
The credulous and superstitious forming more than nine-tenths of the whole multitude shook their heads, and commented amongst themselves, in subdued whispers, on the profane rashness of the chief judge, who dared to doubt the existence of such a being as a Wehr-Wolf.
Oh! if he could die that moment, how gladly would he release himself from an existence fraught with so much misery; but death was not yet within the reach of him who bore the doom of a Wehr-Wolf! The morning dawned, and Fernand Wagner was still pacing the sand dreading to meet Nisida again, and not daring to seek to avoid her.
"'Tis said that at sunset on the last day of every month the mortal, to whom belongs the destiny of the Wehr-Wolf, must exchange his natural form for that of the savage animal; in which horrible shape he must remain until the moment when the morrow's sun dawns upon the earth." "The legend that told thee this spoke truly," said the stranger.
Oh! how she now longed for the return of Fernand Wagner; but many hours must elapse a night must pass and the orb of day which had by this time gone down, must gain the meridian once more ere he would come back. And in the meantime, although she suspected it not, he must fulfill the awful doom of a Wehr-Wolf, as the reader will find by the perusal of the next chapter.
At last at last a faint tinge was visible above the eastern horizon; gradually the light increased and put to flight the stars. But now the Oriental sky was to some extent obscured with clouds; and the Wehr-Wolf gnashed his teeth with rage, and uttered a savage howl, as if impatient of the delay of dawn.
Hastening around the base of the volcano, he reached the defiles leading to that part of the isle where he had periodically fulfilled his dreadful destiny as a Wehr-Wolf.
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