The Hunter's Supper

Many were the big boars which died upon my eager spear down in the morasses to the southward. And i came to love my casts of tearslets and my hounds as though i had been born to a woodman's cape. All these things led me into many a wild adventure and many a desperate strait. But one day when editha was with me, mounted as she would be, upon her palfrey, slipped the dogs on a stag an arrow of mine had wounded in the fore leg. We followed far into the unknown distances and all beyond our reckonings. Neither of us had noticed the way or how angry the sun was setting in the west. The