“Come, come,” cried the King. “One of you must know the wood of Husterloo and the pool of which Reynard speaks!”
“Be patient with them, Sire,” said Reynard. “They are afraid to speak. The Hare knows the place very well. Do you not remember, friend,” said he, fixing the Hare with a menacing glance, “you took refuge in the wood of Husterloo one day when the hounds were after you!”
THEY WALKED IN SILENCE
“I cannot remember very well,” stammered the Hare, who was nearly out of his senses with fright. “Perhaps I did!”
“Of course you did,” said Reynard, “and you could find the place again, no doubt?”
“I am not sure,” said the poor Hare, who indeed had never heard of Husterloo.
“A truce to all this!” cried the King impatiently. “If you cannot remember, Reynard shall go with you to refresh your memory, and Bellyn the Ram shall accompany the two of you to see that you do not run away. Be off with you at once, and bring back the treasure as quickly as you can, for my eyes are aching for a sight of Emrik’s crown and the suit of golden armour Emrik wore.”