As they all three rode onwards, the noble falconer expressed great joy at this reconciliation, insisting that knights should willingly overlook many faults in squires who were so faithful and attached; for on such fidelity the safety even of kingdoms and the relationship between monarchs many times depended. Thereafter he began to tell many marvellous stories of his wounded falcon, and of other such birds,--how they had been known to live till they were more than an hundred years old, having been found bearing golden collars round their necks, with the names thereon of princes long since dead. Such falcons then flew about over land and sea, till they had discovered a master equal in generosity, rank, and valour, to him that was departed. Theobaldo hereupon acknowledged, that all the opinions which he had before uttered were rashly adopted, and expressed deep regret for his conduct of that morning. Ere this time, however, Sir Otto, notwithstanding the change of dress and demeanour, had clearly perceived that the hunter of the French forests was no other than the renowned Sir Folko de Montfaucon; while the latter by no means recognised, in the proud haughty knight, in his black and silver armour, the young inexperienced and talkative squire whom he had formerly met on the banks of the Danube. That armour indeed, with the formidable eagle’s visor, was not unknown to him; but Otto’s young blooming countenance and light hair contrasted so strangely with those accoutrements, that Sir Folko could not form any distinct recollection. In his mind all was like a dream, which, on awaking, we vainly strive to renew, and which in a short space is wholly forgotten. CHAPTER XIX. How the Knights feasted in the Castle of Sir Folko de Montfaucon.