Go to, it is naught." The bishop, who brooked no rebuke, even from his terrible brother, knit his brows, and was about to make no gentle rejoinder, when William, whose profound craft or sagacity was always at watch, lest his followers should displease the King, interposed, and taking the word out of the prelate's mouth, said: "Thou reprovest us well, Sir and King; we Normans are too inclined to such levities.

And see, your falcon is first in pride of place.

By the bones of St.Valery, how nobly he towers! See him cover the bittern!--see him rest on the wing!--Down he swoops! Gallant bird!" "With his heart split in two on the bittern's bill," said the bishop; and down, rolling one over the other, fell bittern and hawk, while William's Norway falcon, smaller of size than the King's, descended rapidly, and hovered over the two.

Both were dead.
"I accept the omen," muttered the gazing Duke; "let the natives destroy each other!" He placed his whistle to his lips, and his falcon flew back to his wrist.
"Now home," said King Edward..