Chapter 10: X

X Your tiercel’s too long at hack, Sire. He’s no eyass But a passage-hawk that footed ere we caught him, Dangerously free o’ the air. Faith! were he mine (As mine’s the glove he binds to for his tirings) I’d fly him with a make-hawk. He’s in yarak Plumed to the very point—so manned, so weathered … Give him the firmament God made him for, And what shall take the air of him? Gow’s Watch Lurgan Sahib did not use as direct speech, but his ad…