He had sounded in good voice as we walked up through the birch woods. Minutes earlier the dark valley had been echoing with resonances similar to the starting of a powerful motor bike. But there was more than one sound. As we got closer and he saw us he vanished into the bracken only visible later on after careful scrutiny. No hinds to be seen and the reason was apparent when other impressive sounds came up from further south. This fellow was only a hopeful candidate. The Baron was elsewhere.
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