I moved aside, and he missed his aim, and, coming to the ground again, stood there growling and whining like a beast afraid.

Then I remembered the words of my dream, if dream it were, how that the Dead One had given me wisdom that I should be king of the ghost-wolves--I and another whom a lion should bear to me.

Was it not so?
If it was not so, how came it that the wolves did not devour me?
"For a moment I stood thinking, then I lifted up my voice and howled like a wolf, and lo! Umslopogaas, all the wolves howled in answer with a mighty howling.

I stretched out my hand and called to them.

They ran to me, gathering round me as though to devour me.