Analects (Legge) · Book X Book X 18 123456789101112131415161718 1 Seeing the countenance, it instantly rises. It flies round, and by and by settles.2 The Master said, ‘There is the hen-pheasant on the hill bridge. At its season! At its season!’ Tsze-lu made a motion to it. Thrice it smelt him and then rose. ‹ Book X 17Book XI 1 ›