“You will have unlimited power over everything which is connected with evil.” “If I love a woman, will there again be a possibility of my losing her?” “As you will have dominion over all your fellow creatures, you will be able to do with them what you like.” “There will be no power to enable them to escape from the trammels of my will?” “Nothing, except death, which is stronger than all.” “And I shall only run the risk of death myself on one day out of the three hundred and sixty-five?” “On one day only; during the remaining days nothing can harm you, neither iron, lead, nor steel, neither water, nor fire.” “And there is no deceit, no trap to catch me, in your words?” “None, on my honour as a wolf!” “Good,” said Thibault, “then let it be so; a wolf for four and twenty hours, for the rest of the time the monarch of creation! What am I to do? I am ready.” “Pick a holly-leaf, tear it in three pieces with your teeth, and throw it away from you, as far as you can.” Thibault did as he was commanded. Having torn the leaf in three pieces, he scattered them on the air, and although the night till then had been a peaceful one, there was immediately heard a loud peal of thunder, while a tempestuous whirlwind arose, which caught up the fragments and carried them whirling away with it. “And now, brother Thibault,” said the wolf, “take my place, and good luck be with you! As was my case just a year ago, so you will have to become a wolf for four and twenty hours; you must endeavour to come out of the ordeal as happily as I did, thanks to you, and then you will see realised all that I have promised you. Meanwhile, I will pray the lord of the cloven hoof that he will protect you from the teeth of the Baron’s hounds, for, by the devil himself, I take a genuine interest in you, friend Thibault.” And then it seemed to Thibault that he saw the black wolf grow larger and taller, that it stood up on its hind legs and finally walked away in the form of a man, who made a sign to him with his hand as he disappeared. We say _it seemed to him_, for Thibault’s ideas, for a second or two, became very indistinct. A feeling of torpor passed over him, paralysing his power of thought. When he came to himself, he was alone. His limbs were imprisoned in a new and unusual form; he had, in short, become in every respect the counterpart of the black wolf that a few minutes before had been speaking to him. One single white hair on his head alone shone in contrast to the remainder of the sombre coloured fur; this one white hair of the wolf was the one black hair which had remained to the man.