The PartingBut the days and nights went by and the morning came when the knightly train agog for the hunt rode from the burg with gear for falconing, by the pond in the wood and in swampy ground round about, to hold a shoot for heron and cranes, partridges, quail, and bustard—Duke Grigorss in the lead, a very good falcon, trained by Sibylla herself, in its hood on his fist. He had wondered why at parting his wife so anxiously clung to him and pressed him to put off the ride, or at least very soon, ah, soon! to be back, before mischance befell him or her.
‘What mischance, love?’ he had smiling asked and promised her to be back not later than on the third day. That seemed to her love too long.
Scarce was the train ridden down to the valley when Jeschute slipped to the mistress and said:
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