eleven in the morning
Will was in that voice , and accustomedness to command . Any dog would have so decided as quickly as Michael did . And any dog would have decided that there was no love nor lovableness in the god behind the voice , nothing to warm one 's heart nor to adore . It was at eleven in the morning that the pale youth-god put collar and chain on Michael , led him out of the segregation ward , and turned him over to a dark youth-god who wasted no time of greeting on him and manifested no friendliness . A captive at the end of a chain , on the way Michael quickly encountered other captives going in his direction . There were three of them , and never had he seen the like . Three slouching , ambling monsters of bears they were , and at sight of them Michael bristled and uttered the lowest of growls ; for he knew them , out of his heredity -LRB- as a domestic cow knows her first wolf -RRB- , as immemorial enemies from the wild .