She seated herself on the bank of the stream among the falcons and I threw myself at her feet to listen.
Then the Demoiselle d'Ys held up one rosy-tipped finger and began very gravely.
"First one must catch the falcon."
"I am caught," I answered.
She laughed very prettily and told me my dressage would perhaps be difficult, as I was noble.
"I am already tamed," I replied; "jessed and belled."
She laughed, delighted. "Oh, my brave falcon; then you will return at my call?"
"I am yours," I answered gravely.
She sat silent for a moment. Then the colour heightened in her cheeks and she held up her finger again, saying, "Listen; I wish to speak of falconry—"
"I listen, Countess Jeanne d'Ys."