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Updated: June 16, 2025
Bernard, a few retrievers and Newfoundlands, a boar-hound, a French poodle, with plenty of hair round its head, but mangy about the middle; a bull-dog, a few Lowther Arcade sort of animals, about the size of rats, and a couple of Yorkshire tykes. There they sat, patient, good, and thoughtful. A solemn peacefulness seemed to reign in that lobby.
For more than five minutes this curious play was kept up between the boar-hound and the birds; and then the episode was brought to a somewhat singular and in Fritz's estimation, no doubt a very unpleasant termination. From the first commencement of their attack, the two falcons had followed a separate course of action.
Rupert crossed his legs and lit a cigarette. "But what did you find?" "I? I found the king's forester, and the king's boar-hound, and well, I found the king himself, too." "The king at the lodge?" "You weren't so wrong as you thought, were you?" "But surely Sapt, or Bernenstein, or some one was with him?" "As I tell you, his forester and his boar-hound. No other man or beast, on my honor."
Then, apparently from just below the bank of the river a little higher up, there was a horrible barking sound such as might have been uttered by a boar-hound with a bad sore throat, and then whop, as of a tremendous blow being struck on the surface of the water, followed by the hissing plash, as of a small shower of rain.
"Jackie," she said softly, very softly, so that Seraminta might not hear, "where does Hamlet sleep at night?" Hamlet was a Danish boar-hound belonging to the squire. "Hamlet," said Jackie. "Why, he sleeps just outside father's bed-room door, and sometimes in the night he walks up and down the corridor, and his tail goes flop up against the door. Once father thought it was thieves."
There was a little scream from Helga; Rudolf neither spoke nor moved; the queen continued to gaze at me in motionless wonder and horror. "Rupert killed him," said I. "The boar-hound attacked Rupert; then Herbert and the king attacked him; and he killed them all. Yes, the king is dead. He's dead." Now none spoke. The queen's eyes never left my face.
Herbert's ready fears revived; he whispered that the stranger carried a revolver. Whatever the king's faults might be and God forbid that I should speak hardly of him whom fate used so hardly he was no coward. He sprang from his bed; at the same moment the great boar-hound uncoiled himself and came from beneath, yawning and fawning.
For a time the birds seemed reluctant to leave those kind companions who had so long fed and cherished them; but the instinct that urged them to seek the sunny plains of the South at length prevailed; and, giving a scream of adieu reciprocated by the encouraging shouts of those they were leaving behind, and a prolonged baying from the throat of the boar-hound Fritz they soared aloft into the air; and in slow, solemn flight ascended the cliff soon to disappear behind the crest of the encircling ridge.
He had provided himself with a guide, in the person of a celebrated Hindoo hunter or "shikaree," called Ossaroo; and this individual was the sole attendant and companion of the two brothers with the exception of a large dog, of the boar-hound species, which had been brought with them from Europe, and that answered to the name of Fritz.
Wogan crept closer to the window. A great boar-hound rose at the old man's feet and growled; then the old man rose, and crossing to the window pressed his face against the panes with his hands curved about his eyes. Wogan stepped forward and stood within the fan of light, spreading out his arms to show that he came as a supplicant and with no ill intent.
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