At the village, they slew several hypogriffs that had been killing sheep. It took several days to stake them out and track them back to their nest.
But such things were no trouble for Henry anymore.
The town got together and held a celebratory feast for them the day before they left.
A buxom brunette girl held onto his arm, and tried to coax him to dance with her.
' I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm already married," he told her.
" But she isn't here... Who's to know? Just a few moments..."
...Henry was lonely, and he missed his wife.
" You might have more luck with someone else," he said, pulling his arm away.