"Messieurs," said the Count, dismounting from his eagle, "when you are weary of being actors and wish to be spectators, you know that you have access to my windows. In the meanwhile, my eagle and my Nazghoules (or Fantômes if you prefer) are at your disposal."
We forgot to mention that the Count's eagle was saddled with a bearskin, exactly like that of Béarn in The Bear and the Coudouc, and that the two lackeys who stood before the tail feathers wore the costumes of green goblins and waved psychedelic pumpkins at passers-by.
Arafrantz thanked the Count for his obliging offer; Réginard was in coquetterie with a full eagle-load of charming dragon-ladies, and oblivious to all else. Some time later, Réginard, on re-encountering the eagle with the lovely draguines, delicately placed a ring of power on the finger of the most charming of them. No doubt the lady was ravished by this gallantry, for, on their next meeting, she tossed a bouquet of the most succulent fungi, one of which Réginard victoriously placed in his boutonniere; and the eagle resumed its triumphant course.
When Réginard and Arafrantz again crossed baths with the dragon-ladies, she who had thrown the fungi clapped her hands on seeing it in Réginard's boutonniere, and sang, "Who's afraid of the big bad warg, tra-la-la-la-lalli!"
