Then he returned to ask fresh questions. "How long has the stranger been here?" "She came about half-an-hour before you." "Who opened the door to her?" "Sweyn: no one else dared." The tone of the answer was mysterious. "Why?" queried Christian. "Has anything strange happened? Tell me." For answer he was told in a low undertone of the summons at the door thrice repeated without human agency; and of Tyr's ominous howls; and of Sweyn's fruitless watch outside. Christian turned towards his brother in a torment of impatience for a word apart. The board was spread, and Sweyn was leading White Fell to the guest's place. This was more awful: she would break bread with them under the roof-tree! He started forward, and touching Sweyn's arm, whispered an urgent entreaty. Sweyn stared, and shook his head in angry impatience. Thereupon Christian would take no morsel of food. His opportunity came at last. White Fell questioned of the landmarks of the country, and of one Cairn Hill, which was an appointed meeting-place at which she was due that night. The house-mistress and Sweyn both exclaimed. "It is three long miles away," said Sweyn; "with no place for shelter but a wretched hut. Stay with us this night, and I will show you the way to-morrow." White Fell seemed to hesitate. "Three miles," she said; "then I should be able to see or hear a signal." "I will look out," said Sweyn; "then, if there be no signal, you must not leave us." He went to the door. Christian rose silently, and followed him out. "Sweyn, do you know what she is?" Sweyn, surprised at the vehement grasp, and low hoarse voice, made answer: "She? Who? White Fell?" "Yes." "She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." "She is a Were-Wolf." Sweyn burst out laughing. "Are you mad?" he asked. "No; here, see for yourself." Christian drew him out of the porch, pointing to the snow where the footmarks had been. Had been, for now they were not. Snow was falling fast, and every dint was blotted out. "Well?" asked Sweyn. "Had you come when I signed to you, you would have seen for yourself." "Seen what?" "The footprints of a wolf leading up to the door; none leading away." It was impossible not to be startled by the tone alone, though it was hardly above a whisper. Sweyn eyed his brother anxiously, but in the darkness could make nothing of his face. Then he laid his hands kindly and re-assuringly on Christian's shoulders and felt how he was quivering with excitement and horror. "One sees strange things," he said, "when the cold has got into the brain behind the eyes; you came in cold and worn out." "No," interrupted Christian. "I saw the track first on the brow of the slope, and followed it down right here to the door. This is no delusion." Sweyn in his heart felt positive that it was. Christian was given to day-dreams and strange fancies, though never had he been possessed with so mad a notion before.