But hear me charm this plotter.' He called at the top of his voice, 'Ha, Bertran! Come you down, man.' The surrounding hills echoed his cries, the jackdaws wheeled about the turrets; but presently came one and put his eye to the grille.

Richard saw him.
'Is that you, then, Bertran ?' he shouted.

There was no answer, but the spyer was heard breathing hard at his vent.
'Come out of your earth, red fox,' Richard chid him.

'Show your grievous snout to the hills; do your snuffling abroad to the clear sky.

I have whipped off the hounds; my father is not here.