Chapter 69
BY THURSDAY IT still seemed Ryman’s only options were to either abandon his calling to serve Saint Hubert or accept the poverty and shame predicted by The Defender. Neither, now that the reality of the latter lay just a few days away, held much appeal. The injury to the Tiber Creek huntsman further darkened his mood. He’d stopped logging on to Foxhunters Connected to avoid the steady stream of comments about the Saturday incident and the ongoing debate about whether or not Ryman had called down a curse on the man.
The only bright spot for him during the week was the time he spent hunting Thursday morning. Saint Hubert had not withdrawn his blessing. Foxes played and hounds chased, riders were shown good sport, and Ryman kept up a positive façade. He praised the venerable saint
