Reynardine, Chapter 2

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌⁠"Cop forard away!" went the ringing formula of the huntsmen. "Cop forard away!" A long wail on the horn. The covert had been drawn blank.

Two sharp notes and a halloing. "Yo ho, Tinker! Yo ho! Tim! Forard, hounds, forard!" And the pack of hounds began to move like a slow wave toward the distant woodland. The hunt followed at a slow trot....

Her name had been Petronilla, but through the country-side