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knew what a wardrobe meant, and carried her love *of 

 finery with her to the hunting field ; to the considerable 

 disgust, I should say, of her twelve ladies in waiting, 

 who found themselves pursuing the flying hart, arrayed 

 in white satin, and seated on ambling palfreys. 



Fifty archers, too, had to be careful what they had on 

 their backs (though details as to trimming of tunics is 

 not given) ; but they had gilded bows in their hands, and 



The Falcon, and the Four Swans, W althani. 



scarlet boots on their feet, and yellow caps on their heads 

 — and presented, I should say, a sufficiently startling 

 ensemble, which the stag they were after must have 

 admired a mile off. 



To leave hunting subjects behind us and get to graver 

 matter. At Camelot Moat, situated in one of the most 

 delightful and least desecrated parts of the Chase, is laid 

 the last scenes of the Fortunes of Nigel. Here Dalgarno 



