Of the second day’s hunting

By the time the cock had crowed thrice the lord of the castle had left

his bed; Mass was sung and meat fitly served. The folk were forth to the

wood ere the day broke, with hound and horn they rode over the plain,

and uncoupled their dogs among the thorns. Soon they struck on the

scent, and the hunt cheered on the hounds who were first to seize it,

urging them with shouts. The others hastened to the cry, forty at once,

and there rose such a clamour from the pack that the rocks rang again.

The huntsmen followed hard after with shouting and blasts of the horn;

and the hounds drew together to a thicket betwixt the water and a high

crag in the cliff beneath the hillside. As the rough rocks were ill for

riding the huntsmen sprang to earth and hastened on foot, and cast about

round the hill and the thicket. The knights wist well what beast was

within, and would drive him forth with the bloodhounds. And as they beat

the bushes, suddenly over the beaters there rushed forth a wondrous

great and fierce boar, long since had he left the herd to roam by

himself. Grunting, he cast many to the ground, and fled forth at his

best speed, without more mischief. The men hallooed loudly and cried,

“_Hay! Hay!_” and blew the horns to urge on the hounds, and rode swiftly

after the boar. Many a time did he turn to bay and tare the hounds, and

they yelped, and howled shrilly. Then the men made ready their arrows

and shot at him, but the points were turned on his thick hide, and the

barbs would not bite upon him, for the shafts shivered in pieces, and

the head but leapt again wherever it hit.

But when the boar felt the stroke of the arrows he waxed mad with rage,

and turned on the hunters and tare many, so that, affrighted, they fled

before him. But the lord on a swift steed pursued him, blowing his

bugle; as a gallant knight he rode through the woodland chasing the boar

till the sun grew low.

So did the hunters this day, while Sir Gawain lay in his bed lapped in

rich gear; and the lady forgat not to salute him, for early was she at

his side, to cheer his mood.

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