Fox

68 After Mass of a morsel he and his men partook.
Merry was the morning. For his mount then he called. 
All the huntsmen that on horse behind him should follow 
were ready mounted to ride arrayed at the gates.
Wondrous fair were the fields, for the frost clung there; 
in red rose-hued o’er the wrack arises the sun, 
sailing clear along the coasts of the cloudy heavens. 
The hunters loosed hounds by a holt-border; 
the rocks rang in the wood to the roar of their horns. 
Some fell on the line to where the fox was lying, 
crossing and re-crossing it in the cunning of their craft. 
A hound then gives tongue, the huntsman names him, 
round him press his companions in a pack all snuffling, 
running forth in a rabble then right in his path. 
The fox flits before them. They find him at once, 
and when they see him by sight they pursue him hotly, 
decrying him full clearly with a clamour of wrath.
He dodges and ever doubles through many a dense coppice, 
and looping oft he lurks and listens under fences. 
At last at a little ditch he leaps o’er a thorn-hedge, 
sneaks out secretly by the side of a thicket, 
weens he is out of the wood and away by his wiles from the hounds. 
Thus he went unawares to a watch that was posted,
where fierce on him fell three foes at once 
     all grey. 
He swerves then swift again, 
and dauntless darts astray; 
in grief and in great pain 
to the wood he turns away. 

69 Then to hark to the hounds it was heart’s delight,
when all the pack came upon him, there pressing together. 
Such a curse at the view they called down on him 
that the clustering cliffs might have clattered in ruin. 
Here he was hallooed when hunters came on him, 
yonder was he assailed with snarling tongues; 
there he was threatened and oft thief was he called, 
with ever the trailers at his tail so that tarry he could not. 
Oft was he run at, if he rushed outwards; oft he swerved in again, so subtle was Reynard. 
Yea! he led the lord and his hunt as laggards behind him 
thus by mount and by hill till mid-afternoon. 
Meanwhile the courteous knight in the castle in comfort slumbered 
behind the comely curtains in the cold morning. 
But the lady in love-making had no liking to sleep
nor to disappoint the purpose she had planned in her heart; 
but rising up swiftly his room now she sought 
in a gay mantle that to the ground was measured
and was fur-lined most fairly with fells well trimmed, 
with no comely coif on her head, only the clear jewels
that were twined in her tressure by twenties in clusters; 
her noble face and her neck all naked were laid, 
her breast bare in front and at the back also. 
She came through the chamber-door and closed it behind her, 
wide set a window, and to wake him she called,
thus greeting him gaily with her gracious words 
     of cheer: 
‘Ah! man, how canst thou sleep, 
the morning is so clear!’ 
He lay in darkness deep, 
but her call he then could hear. 

76 Now indoors let him dwell and have dearest delight, 
while the free lord yet fares afield in his sports! 
At last the fox he has felled that he followed so long; 
for, as he spurred through a spinney to espy there the villain, 
where the hounds he had heard that hard on him pressed, 
Reynard on his road came through a rough thicket, 
and all the rabble in a rush were right on his heels. 
The man is aware of the wild thing, and watchful awaits him, 
brings out his bright brand and at the beast hurls it; 
and he blenched at the blade, and would have backed if he could.
A hound hastened up, and had him ere he could; 
and right before the horse’s feet they fell on him all,
and worried there the wily one with a wild clamour. 
The lord quickly alights and lifts him at once, 
snatching him swiftly from their slavering mouths, 
holds him high o’er his head, hallooing loudly; 
and there bay at him fiercely many furious hounds. 
Huntsmen hurried thither, with horns full many 
ever sounding the assembly, till they saw the master. 
When together had come his company noble, 
all that ever bore bugle were blowing at once, 
and all the others hallooed that had not a horn: 
it was the merriest music that ever men harkened, 
the resounding song there raised that for Reynard’s soul 
     awoke. 
To hounds they pay their fees, 
their heads they fondly stroke, 
and Reynard then they seize, 
and off they skin his cloak.

77 And then homeward they hastened, for at hand was now night, 
making strong music on their mighty horns. 
The lord alighted at last at his beloved abode, 
found a fire in the hall, and fair by the hearth 
Sir Gawain the good, and gay was he too, 
among the ladies in delight his lot was most joyful. 
He was clad in a blue cloak that came to the ground; 
his surcoat well beseemed him with its soft lining, and its hood of like hue that hung on his shoulder:
all fringed with white fur very finely were both. 
He met indeed the master in the midst of the floor, 
and in gaiety greeted him, and graciously said: 
‘In this case I will first our covenant fulfil 
that to our good we agreed, when ungrudged went the drink.’ 
He clasps then the knight and kisses him thrice, 
as long and deliciously as he could lay them upon him. 
‘By Christ!’ the other quoth, ‘you’ve come by a fortune 
in winning such wares, were they worth what you paid.’ 
‘Indeed, the price was not important,’ promptly he answered, 
‘whereas plainly is paid now the profit I gained.’ ‘Marry!’ said the other man, ‘mine is not up to’t; 
for I have hunted all this day, and naught else have I got 
but this foul fox-fell – the Fiend have the goods! – 
and that is price very poor to pay for such treasures
as these you have thrust upon me, three such kisses 
     so good.’ 
‘’Tis enough,’ then said Gawain. 
‘I thank you, by the Rood,’ 
and how the fox was slain 
he told him as they stood.