"A noble hart is lying in yon glen," said Morgan Fenwolf, advancing
towards his leader; "I tracked his slot thither this evening."
"Haste, and unharbour him," replied Herne, "and as soon as you rouse
him, give the halloa." Fenwolf obeyed; and shortly afterwards a cry was
heard from the glen.
"List halloa! list halloa! "cried Herne, " that's he! that's he! hyke! Saturn!
hyke, Dragon--Away!--away, my merry men all."
VI. How Sir Thomas Wyat hunted with Herne.
Accompanied by Wyat, and followed by the whole cavalcade, Herne
dashed into the glen, where Fenwolf awaited him. Threading the
hollow, the troop descried the hart flying swiftly along a sweeping glade
at some two hundred yards distance. The glade was passed--a woody
knoll skirted--a valley traversed--and the hart plunged into a thick grove
clothing the side of Hawk's Hill. But it offered him no secure retreat.
Dragon and Saturn were close upon him, and behind them came Herne,
crashing through the branches of the trees, and heedless of all
impediments. By-and-by the thicket became more open, and they
entered Cranbourne Chase. But the hart soon quitted it to return to the
great park, and darted down a declivity skirted by a line of noble oaks.
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