“She begged for her life, but all in vain, so he laid hold of her and cast her into the grave. Then he took a great stone and flung it in upon her and crushed her head, so the poor thing breathed out her soul. When the were-wolf had done this he went back to his work, and as dusk came on, the second daughter arrived, bringing him food. He told her of the pit, and brought her to it, and cast her in, and killed her as the first. And so he dealt with all his girls up to the last. The youngest knew well that her father was a were-wolf, and she was grieved that her sisters did not return; she thought, ‘Now where can they be? Has my father kept them for companionship; or to help him in his work?’ So she made the food which she was to take him, and crept cautiously through the wood. When she came near the place where her father worked, she heard his strokes felling timber, and smelt smoke. She saw presently a large fire and two human heads roasting at it. Turning from the fire, she went in the direction of the axe-strokes, and found her father. “See,’ said she, ‘father, I have brought you food.’ “That is a good lass,’ said he. ‘Now stack the wood for me whilst I eat.’ “‘But where are my sisters?’ she asked. “‘Down in yon valley drawing wood,’ he replied ‘follow me, and I will bring you to them.’ “They came to the pit; then he told her that he had dug it for a grave. ‘Now,’ said he, ‘you must die, and be cast into the pit with your sisters.’ “‘Turn aside, father,’ she asked, ‘whilst I strip of my clothes, and then slay me if you will.’ “He turned aside as she requested, and then—tchich! she gave him a push, and he tumbled headlong into the hole he had dug for her. “She fled for her life, for the were-wolf was not injured, and he soon would scramble out of the pit.