I twisted my hands in his mane and scrambled onto his back, not without aid from certain protuberant bones.
"He would outspeed any leopard in creation!" I cried.
"Not that way at night," answered the raven; "the road is difficult .-- But come; loss now will be gain then! To wait is harder than to run, and its meed is the fuller.

Go on, my son--straight to the cottage.

I shall be there as soon as you.

It will rejoice my wife's heart to see son of hers on that horse!" I sat silent.

The horse stood like a block of marble.
"Why do you linger ?" asked the raven.
"I long so much to ride after the leopardess," I answered, "that I can scarce restrain myself!" "You have promised!" "My debt to the Little Ones appears, I confess, a greater thing than my bond to you." "Yield to the temptation and you will bring mischief upon them--and on yourself also." "What matters it for me?
I love them; and love works no evil.