"Mademoiselle," I faltered, "a stranger whom you have saved from dangers he may never realize empties this cup to the gentlest and loveliest hostess of France."
"In His name," she murmured, crossing herself as I drained the cup. Then stepping into the doorway she turned to me with a pretty gesture and, taking my hand in hers, led me into the house, saying again and again: "You are very welcome, indeed you are welcome to the Château d'Ys."
I awoke next morning with the music of the horn in my ears, and leaping out of the ancient bed, went to a curtained window where the sunlight filtered through little deep-set panes. The horn ceased as I looked into the court below.
A man who might have been brother to the two falconers of the night before stood in the midst of a pack of hounds. A curved horn was strapped over his back, and in his hand he held a long-lashed whip. The dogs whined and yelped, dancing around him in anticipation; there was the stamp of horses, too, in the walled yard.
"Mount!" cried a voice in Breton, and with a clatter of hoofs the two falconers, with falcons upon their wrists, rode into the courtyard among the hounds. Then I heard another voice which sent the blood throbbing through my heart: "Piriou Louis, hunt the hounds well and spare neither spur nor whip. Thou Raoul and thou Gaston, see that the _epervier_ does not prove himself _niais_, and if it be best in your judgment, _faites courtoisie à l'oiseau. Jardiner un oiseau_, like the _mué_ there on Hastur's wrist, is not difficult, but thou, Raoul, mayest not find it so simple to govern that _hagard_. Twice last week he foamed _au vif_ and lost the _beccade_ although he is used to the _leurre_. The bird acts like a stupid _branchier. Paître un hagard n'est pas si facile."_
Was I dreaming? The old language of falconry which I had read in yellow manuscripts--the old forgotten French of the middle ages was sounding in my ears while the hounds bayed and the hawks' bells tinkled accompaniment to the stamping horses. She spoke again in the sweet forgotten language:
"If you would rather attach the _longe_ and leave thy _hagard au bloc_, Raoul, I shall say nothing; for it were a pity to spoil so fair a day's sport with an ill-trained _sors_. _Essimer abaisser_,--it is possibly the best way. _Ça lui donnera des reins._ I was perhaps hasty with the bird. It takes time to pass _à la filière_ and the exercises _d'escap_."