‘Look,’ said a man, ‘those are the bite-marks of wolves. He is a wolf-child who has run away from the jungle.’
‘He is a good-looking boy,’ said one of the women. ‘Messua, he looks like you little boy that was taken by the tiger.’
‘Let me look,’ said Messua. ‘Yes, he is thin, but he looks like my son.’
‘Take him to your house, Messua,’ the jungle has given you this one back.’