For a quarter of an hour we stood there talking a little under our breath, but mostly listening with some envy to the sounds of the hunt ahead of us where wolf and boar died at the nets, turning in grim despair on their foes.

Then there was a shout of warning that a boar had broken back.
He came into the glade at a swinging trot straight for us.

After him were two hounds, who kept him going though they dared not near him.

And after boar and hounds came Gymbert himself, on horseback, with his boar spear in his hand.

I thought that he could not reach the boar by reason of the hounds, or else that he had a mind to let us end the matter, as guests.
The men with us let loose the hounds we had, and they sprang in on the boar at the sight of him.