The servants are summoned for their edification, and in front of them all stands the mother of the child. The child is brought from the lock-up. It’s a gloomy, cold, foggy autumn day, a capital day for hunting. The general orders the child to be undressed; the child is stripped naked. He shivers, numb with terror, not daring to cry . . . ‘Make him run,’ commands the general. ‘Run! run!’ shout the dog-boys. The boy runs . . . ‘At him!’ yells the general, and he sets the whole pack of hounds on the child. The hounds
