Short Story: A Wife Of Bath's Tale

All eyes on them, some even with tears, and the three thick ropes with a noose on each end. They dangle there waiting… This was happening now, it was really happening. His heart was beating out of his chest and his palms were sweating, as he stepped up, step by step until death itself was palpable. As he looked out into the crowd, he felt the rope being placed around his neck, then as the rough rope got tighter he could feel the relief of his sins. He knew he was doing right by god, he was ready. As they said their prayer in unison, one by one the floor beneath them all was swept away and all that was left was the three bodies hanging silently.

In addition to this, the author’s use of syntax also emphasizes these deep emotions. When the protagonist hangs a sheet by the fire to dry, it “steamed…like a burning scrim standing in the wilderness where celebrants of some sacred passion had been carried off by rival sects”. The protagonist falls asleep, “palms up…like some dozing penitent”. When he imagines the wolf’s body, he sees her “running in the mountains” with “all nations of the possible world ordained by God” running with her. All of these religious and spiritual references help express the somber mood and reflect the deep sadness the protagonist feels, as well as the wonder he feels at these imaginings of this wolf’s

Suddenly the growling was even more intense. It was menacing. Turning around thorough the glass window and darkness of night Caroline saw a pair of icy blue illuminating eyes staring back at her. Before she could calculate what was going on a large black wolf came through the glass window shattering it and a sharp pain dug in her neck and every thing went black.

“for the first time in years, and forevermore, I had not killed, and never would” (119).

WilhermBerg:- do you really wish to die cause right now I can kill you and let you die in a horrible way. I will not let you die in an easy way.

We see how the main character is affected by the death of the wolf in a deep way because something horrible happened to it. For example,” his trousers were stiff with blood”. From this it can be determined that some violent or harsh event occurred that was tense. When violence occurs and blood is shed there are always negative feelings and it turns the world into an unfamiliar place. In addition,” he cradled the wolf in his arms”, in this scene there is a more intimate bond between them that is shown.

The great white wolf with the pale blue eyes that had retrieved the Kings staff from the goblin before came into the room. "Remember it's power. Go through the glass and use the wand to return the witches to their rightful state. Then cast a spell on the goblin and unlock the mirror with the golden key. Then bring him to us so that he can dealt with," he snarled then he began chanting, "Our righteous king is no longer without his thrown since Sirethiel has been restored." His pack wandered into the great room with their tongues hanging out and joined in his chanting.

“The man’s ultimate response to death is to try “meeting [it] with dignity.” His final words—“You were right, old hoss; you were right”—are part of a conversation that he imagines having with the old-timer who had warned him not to travel alone. They are also an acknowledgment of nature’s power over the individual.” (Gale).

They also found out who the men’s names were, Wyneb Coch, Wallgof, and Seico. So they traveled by foot across the rocky terrain. When they got to the top of the mountain there was a pack of wolves at the entrance of a cave. They were well trained and murderous creatures their yellow teeth and claws sharper than any knife. Each warrior got out their sword and battled the wolves. Deallus used his intelligence, using the wolfs power against itself, when the wolf tried to pounce on top of him he ducked out of the way causing the wolf to fall to the ground unconscious. Ffyddlon was extremely loyal and stayed right next to Deallus, and stabbed two wolves that were headed towards Deallus. Unig tried to reason with the wolves, by giving them some of his food the wolves ate the food, but then proceeded to attacking him yet again. The wolf pounced on him and Unig had no choice he proceeded to stab the wolf straight in the heart and stood up. Cyfiawn was dealing with three wolves at once he hit one in the head with the butt of his sword rendering it unconscious, the other two were not so lucky, he stabbed them both swiftly with his sword killing them

“What’s up with you two?” I said and looked at the wolf too. The ornament started glowing, and every strand of fur on the wolf actually became soft. The muscular neck was warm, and it seemed like the wolf was alive. I mean, seriously alive.

The best story i liked the most was the wife of bath out of all of them. The wife of bath story was about a night. He rapided a young virgin and the queen decides his punishment. He has to find out what woman wants to wear the pants. He asked an old lady for the answer, the old lady wants to be the nights lover. The old lady asks him he accept her. She turn into a young beautiful lady and him punishment was broken.

He panted. As he gradually stood straight, the dull plank view had turned into the most differential terrifying scene on could imagine. Ragged clothes were pinned down on the cross. The flash of thunder came out of hiding and appeared behind the idol. A head was cut with sharp corners only to see the head of Jack.

of eyes, he lifted the first and blooded dripped from the head. He then remembered what he had done.

Ulrich watched in agony as the wolves approached, their eyes raging with hunger, their faces framed with a snarl. They approached Ulrich and Goerg at a blinding pace, trampling branches underfoot. Both of the friends waited silently as they sensed their death approaching, the sound of the paws thundering against the ground rising in a crescendo. Then, all of a sudden the wolves were on top of them. Then one wolf jumped onto jumped on to Ulrich covering his face with it’s cold padded paw moist from the snow and he could feel the tips of sharp claws. Unexpectedly, he heard a sound in the distance, and caught a glimpse of the wolves in pain. Then there was darkness.

Mentiri and Joshua, hearing the howls getting louder and closer, herded their sheep into a nearby gulley and prepared themselves to defend their flock. The snarling, hungry pack of wolves suddenly appeared and circled the entrance to the gulley. They then moved in for the kill. Joshua felt a surge of bravery in his heart, like no other feeling he'd had felt before. He grabbed his pitchfork and stoically held his ground. He glanced at Mentiri, and to his surprise, saw fear in his eyes and knew he was on his own. He knew he would get no aid from the larger, stronger man. The largest wolf, who seemed to be the leader of the pack of seven wolves, sprang at Joshua, its jaws wide open. Joshua blocked the wolf with his pitchfork, and stabbed him in the throat with his knife. He paused and looked around. Mentiri was no where to be found, for the pride of the village had fled to a nearby cave and was cowering in fear. The pack of seven wolves, now six, set upon Joshua with ferocity. He fought back with equal ferocity, killing them one by one, as they tore at his flesh. The cowering Mentiri could hear the screams of Joshua and the snarling of the