The knights and ladies rode to hunt, their cats astride their gloved hands. They were released to pursue prey; some returned a mouse, others brought newt or frog, and some simply had a nap.
The noble whose cat seemed most content was declared the mistress or master of the hunt.

** The poet David Wadsworth noticed this story started as two lines of iambic tetrameter, so wrote a rather lovely poetic interpretation of the story. You can read it here:

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