from any town or castle, but he hoped that some of his men might be
within call. He took his horn, and blew it twice full loudly. But his
huntsmen were now riding into Valenciennes; nor did they think that
they had left their master behind them in the wood. With his flint the
duke kindled a fire; beneath an aspen tree, and made ready to spend the
night near the place where the slain wild boar lay.

The forester who kept the wood heard the sound of Bego's horn, and saw
the light of the fire gleaming through the trees. Cautiously he drew
nearer. He was surprised to see a knight so richly clad, with his
silken hose and his golden spurs, his ivory horn hanging from his neck
by a blue ribbon. He noticed the great sword that hung at Bego's side.
It was the fairest and fearfulest weapon he had ever seen. He hastened
as fast as he could ride to Lens, where Duke Fromont dwelt; but he
spoke not a word to Fromont. He took the steward of the castle aside,
and told him of what he had seen in the wood.

"He is no common huntsman," said the forester; "and you should see how
richly clad he is. No king was ever arrayed more gorgeously while
hunting. And his horse--I never saw a better."

"But what is all this to me?" asked the steward. "If he is trespassing
in the forest, it is your duty to bring him before the duke."

"Ah! it is hard for you to understand," answered the forester.
"Methinks that if our master had the boar, the sword, and the horn, he
would let me keep the clothing, and you the horse, and would trouble us
with but few questions."

"Thou art indeed wise," answered the steward. And he at once called