Sometimes he saw the armed host of the Faerie; sometimes knights and ladies together, in bright attire, riding an easy pace, and along with them all manner of minstrelsy. One day he followed a company of the Fairy ladies as they were hawking by the river (or rather the rivere—i.e. the bank of the stream) at
Pheasant heron and cormorant;
The fowls out of the river flew
Every falcon his game slew.
King Orfeo saw that and laughed and rose up from his resting-place and followed, and found his wife among them; but neither might speak with the other—
But there might none with other speak
Though she him knew and he her, eke.
But he took up his harp and followed them fast, over stock and stone, and when they rode into a hillside—‘in at the roche’—he went in after them.
When he was into the roche y-go
Well three mile, and some deal mo