doubt about the Peregrine being a noble; these young Peregrines seemed prepared to meet unflinchingly whatever fate might have in store for them, and although their parents were both wheeling overhead, screaming blue murder, they themselves seemed to consider it bad form to show any sign of fear. Although for all they knew it meant instant execution, they were undismayed, and
Young Twenty-Nine Days Old.
it was not impassiveness, as if one of us clicked his fingers all eyes were quickly turned to him, and as soon as the party broke up the females again scuttled under the rocks. But as I looked at my young nobles I wished all the egg collectors in the three Kingdoms could be present to see the true destiny of the Peregrine eggs they prize so much.
