"This great lazy hound would lie about the hall die- ing all day if I allowed it."

As he came, the ugly man gave a guttural cry that brought the great hound to his heels.

The force of the great hound's charge sent the creature tumbling across the ground.

Couchicou, the great hound, was not one to appreciate complex interactions.

As if in answer to his name, the great hound barked once and sped between two Norsemen.

But then suddenly one great hound picked up the scent and gave a bay.

The great hound took another step closer, until he loomed over his injured master.

It had taken a long time for the great hound to acknowledge Ban's loss.

He set off rapidly down to the door, his great hound bursting past him.

Still, Tristan could not bring himself to believe that the great hound was dead.