The bird will perch on any wrist that is rightly held out to her, so she be properly called," and he whistled shrill, trying to edge the falcon from my hand.
In a moment she roused herself, and her great wings flew out, striking his arm and face as he pushed them forward; and had he not drawn back swiftly, her iron beak would surely have rent his gay green coat.
"Plague on the kite!" he said; "surely she is bewitched! And if her master is, as they say, a wizard, that is likely--" "Enough, Master Falconer," I said, growing angry.

"Lodbrok is our guest, and this, moreover, is the court for the time.

Why, the bird is drowsy, and has been with me already.

There is no wonder in the matter, surely ?" But Beorn scowled, and one might see that his pride of falconry was hurt.

Maybe he would have answered again, but I spoke to Lodbrok, asking him what the falcon was, as she was like none of ours, for this was a thing I knew Beorn would be glad to know, while his pride would not let him ask.
And Lodbrok answered that she was an Iceland gerfalcon from the far northern ocean, and went on to tell us of her powers of flight, and at what game she was best, and how she would take her quarry, and the like.