“You do not know that Fergus loosed them!” I leaped to my feet and flung the arrow shafts to the ground. “Some other hunter might have used his arrows.”
Adaira snorted. “Does your lord share his weaponry?”
I said nothing. He would not do so willingly, not after he expended such pride and coin upon having them made thus.
“What manner of a man, my lady, ensures a wound is lethal but does not finish his killing? What manner of man turns his back upon the suffering of an innocent creature he has maimed, one he has wounded for no better reason than his own amusement?”
“Many men hunt,” I said woodenly. “Many men bring meat to the board in this way.”
“An honorable hunter finishes what he has begun. An honorable hunter wounds no more than he kills and kills no more than he needs. An honorable
