Yes, the man was sure it could.
“Then let me have it and I will pay you a good price for it.”
Very well, he could have it for three hundred dollars, but that was without the leash; the leash was not for sale.
The nobleman laughed aloud, “when the dog is mine,” he said, “he shall have a golden leash, for that one you have is fit for nothing but the ash heap.”
The nobleman then paid the man three hundred dollars and unfastened the leash from the dog’s neck.
Away he flew like the wind and soon caught the hare. But when the hunters reached the spot where the hare lay they could see nothing of the dog. Only a tall and handsome youth stood there, and he was flushed and hot as though he had been running.
“Have you seen my greyhound, a sleek and handsome dog?” asked the nobleman.
No, the youth had not seen any dog.
The nobleman called and whistled, and he and his huntsman hunted far and near, but they never found the greyhound.
As for the lad he set out on the road his father had taken and soon caught up with him.