Lobo 



time I could examine him closely, and proved 

 how unreliable is vulgar report when a living 

 hero or tyrant is concerned. He had not a 

 collar of gold about his neck, nor was there on 

 his shoulders an inverted cross to denote that 

 he had leagued himself with Satan. But I did 

 find on one haunch a great broad scar, that 

 tradition says was the fang-mark of Juno, the 

 leader of Tannerey's wolf-hounds — a mark 

 which she gave him the moment before he 

 stretched her lifeless on the sand of the canon. 



I set meat and water beside him, but he paid 

 no heed. He lay calmly on his breast, and 

 gazed with those steadfast yellow eyes away 

 past me down through the gateway of the canon, 

 over the open plains — his plains — nor moved a 

 muscle when I touched him. When the sun 

 went down he was still gazing fixedly across the 

 prairie. I expected he would call up his band 

 when night came, and prepared for them, but 

 he had called once in his extremity, and none 

 had come; he would never call again. 



A lion shorn of his strength, an eagle robbed 

 of his freedom, or a dove bereft of his mate, all 

 die, it is said, of a broken heart ; and who will 



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