knight,--the loyalest and the best that ever God's sun shone upon.
They took the sword and the horn and the good steed; they loaded the
boar upon a horse; and all returned to Lens. But they left Bego in the
forest, and with him his three dogs, who sat around him, and howled
most mournfully, as if they knew they had lost their best friend.

The men carried the great boar into the castle of Lens, and threw it
down upon the kitchen hearth. A wonderful beast he was: his sharp,
curved tusks stuck out full a foot from his mouth. The serving-men and
the squires crowded around to see the huge animal; then, as the news
was told through the castle, many fair ladies and knights, and the
priests from the chapel, came in to view the sight. Old Duke Fromont
heard the uproar, and came in slippers and gown to ask what it all
meant.

"Whence came this boar, this ivory horn, this sword?" he inquired.
"This horn never belonged to a mere huntsman. It looks like the
wondrous horn that King Charles the Hammer had in the days of my
father. There is but one knight now living that can blow it; and he is
far away in Gascony. Tell me where you got these things."

Then the forester told him all that had happened in the wood, coloring
the story, of course, so as to excuse himself from wrong-doing.

"And left ye the slain man in the wood?" asked the old duke. "A more
shameful sin I have never known than to leave him there for the wolves
to eat. Go ye back at once, and fetch him hither. To-night he shall
be watched in the chapel, and to-morrow he shall be buried with all due
honor. Men should have pity of one another."