Opening
the leaded glass french door, you wander out into the gardens. Under the
light of the full moon, you stroll past fragrant roses, lush herbs, and
blooming night jasmine towards the mew, "The hawks are all sleeping
at this hour," your hostess says appearing quietly at your side again,
"but the owls might be ready for visitors." Slipping her arm in
to yours, she gently steers you down the moonlit path. "Let me tell
you a little bit about them and the sport of falconry, the sport of Kings..." |
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