His hound at his heel,
His hawk on his wrist;
A brave steed to carry him whither he list,
And the green ground under him,
and he went back to the Castle. That night a brown bear, holding a
burning coal in his mouth, came into the supper-room and stood between
Caintigern the Queen and the chair that belonged to her. None of the
servants could drive it away, and when Maravaun, the King’s Councillor,
came he said, “This is an enchanted creature also, and it is best for us
to leave it alone.” So the whole company went and left the brown bear in
the supper-room seated ‘in the Queen’s chair.