The falcon was well named, Rupert.

It was just our rashness that lost us all our battles.
"What, Monsieur Dessin, you must be off?
Will you let me have a horse saddled for yourself; and the pony for mademoiselle?
The groom can bring them back." Monsieur Dessin declined the offer; and a few minutes later started to walk back with his daughter to Derby..