The poor mother had waited there nearly an hour, trembling lest an accident had befallen one or the other of her sons.

The moment Edouard espied her he put his pony to a gallop, shouting from the gate: "Mother, mother! We killed a boar as big as a donkey.

I shot him in the head; you'll see the hole my ball, made; Roland stuck his hunting knife into the boar's belly up to the hilt, and Sir John fired at him twice.

Quick, quick! Send the men for the carcass.

Don't be frightened when you see Roland.