Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
However, I persisted, because I still heard the noise before me, and
it was so distinct that finally I began to run, tearing my clothes in
the brambles, and plunging deeper and deeper into the thicket, when
suddenly a savage growl let me know that the creature I was pursuing
was a boar, which was beginning to be annoyed by my company, and
wished to show that he had had enough of it. Having no weapon but a
stick, and not knowing how to deal with that kind of beast, I turned
round and retraced my steps, rather uneasy lest the boar should take
it into his head to accompany me. Fortunately, he did not think of
it, and I returned as far as the first road, where by mere chance I
took the direction which led to the entrance of the woods of
Chambérat, where we had held the fête.
Though baffled, I did not choose to renounce my search; for Thérence
might meet some wild beast, as I had, and I didn't believe she knew
any language that that kind of enemy would listen to. I already knew
enough of the forest not to get lost for any length of time, and I
soon reached the place where we had danced. It took me a few moments
to be certain that it was the same open, for I expected to find my
arbor, with the utensils which I had not had time to carry away; but
the place where I left it was as smooth as if it had never been
there. Nevertheless, searching carefully, I found the holes where I
had driven in the stakes, and the place where the feet of the dancers
had worn off the turf.
I wanted to find the spot where the muleteers had disappeared leading
Huriel and carrying Malzac, but try as I would, I had been so
confused in mind just then that I could not recall it. So I was
forced to advance haphazard, and I marched in that way all
night,--weary enough, as you may suppose, stopping often to listen,
and hearing nothing but the owls hooting in the branches, or some
poor hare who was more afraid of me than I of him.
Though the Chambérat wood was really at that time joined to those of
Alleu, I did not know it, having only entered it once since coming to
that part of the country. I soon got lost; which did not trouble me,
however, because I knew that neither wood was extensive enough to
reach to Rome. Besides, the Head-Woodsman had already taught me to
take my bearings, not by the stars, which are not always to be seen
in a forest, but by the bend of the leading branches, which, in our
midland provinces, are lashed by north-westerly winds and lean
permanently toward the east.
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