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Instantly they barked furiously, and dashing forward wildly they broke the leash that Gondolf still held in his hand. In two bounds they precipitated themselves upon the lover of the bishopess. "At him, Mirff! At him, Morff!" cried the count clapping his hands. "At him! At the quarry, my wild fellows! Leave him not a shred of flesh on his bones!"

Suddenly the hunting horns struck up their deafening uproar. Gondolf, the count's master of the hounds, stepped into the circle holding the two monstrous mastiffs by the leash.

Gondolf, fetch the spears and axes; the bear shall be cut to pieces instantly!" "Count, the poor mountebank has placed himself under my protection. I may not forsake him." "Chram, whether or not you protect the old bandit, I shall revenge the death of my magnificent dogs Mirff and Morff." "Listen, Neroweg, I have a pack that is worth fully as much as yours.

You saw it hunt in the forest of Margevol. You may send the master of the hounds to my villa, let him pick out six of my best and handsomest dogs to replace the two that lie dead at our feet." "I said I would revenge Mirff and Morff," yelled the count furiously, grinding his teeth. "Gondolf, the spears! the spears! death to the devilish bear!"

Did you hear me, Gondolf?" he added, addressing his master of the hounds and trembling with rage. "Take down one of those hunting spears from the wall kill that bear, kill him on the spot!" Gondolf hastened to arm himself as he was ordered, while Karadeucq, kneeling down again, cried to Chram with outstretched arms: "Great King, my only hope rests with you. I implore mercy from you.

The more ferocious they are and sharp their teeth, all the more amusing will be the sight." "Yes, yes," cried the Franks with shouts of joy; "the dogs the dogs a combat between the bear and the dogs." "Hello! my master of the hounds, Gondolf! fetch in Mirff and Morff if they leave a shred of skin and flesh on the bones of the bear I wish this goblet of wine may be poison to me."

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