The first day’s hunting

Full early, ere daylight, the folk rose up; the guests who would depart

called their grooms, and they made them ready, and saddled the steeds,

tightened up the girths, and trussed up their mails. The knights, all

arrayed for riding, leapt up lightly, and took their bridles, and each

rode his way as pleased him best.

The lord of the land was not the last. Ready for the chase, with many of

his men, he ate a sop hastily when he had heard Mass, and then with

blast of the bugle fared forth to the field.[8] He and his nobles were

to horse ere daylight glimmered upon the earth.

Then the huntsmen coupled their hounds, unclosed the kennel door, and

called them out. They blew three blasts gaily on the bugles, the hounds

bayed fiercely, and they that would go a-hunting checked and chastised

them. A hundred hunters there were of the best, so I have heard tell.

Then the trackers gat them to the trysting-place and uncoupled the

hounds, and the forest rang again with their gay blasts.

At the first sound of the hunt the game quaked for fear, and fled,

trembling, along the vale. They betook them to the heights, but the

liers in wait turned them back with loud cries; the harts they let pass

them, and the stags with their spreading antlers, for the lord had

forbidden that they should be slain, but the hinds and the does they

turned back, and drave down into the valleys. Then might ye see much

shooting of arrows. As the deer fled under the boughs a broad whistling

shaft smote and wounded each sorely, so that, wounded and bleeding, they

fell dying on the banks. The hounds followed swiftly on their tracks,

and hunters, blowing the horn, sped after them with ringing shouts that

well-nigh burst the cliffs asunder. What game escaped those that shot

was run down at the outer ring. Thus were they driven on the hills, and

harassed at the waters, so well did the men know their work, and the

greyhounds were so great and swift that they ran them down as fast as

the hunters could slay them. Thus the lord passed the day in mirth and

joyfulness, even to nightfall.

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