Chapter 13
"If you are not more quiet, Your Majesty, we will never get close enough to the boar for a kill.” Randolf walked behind Leondis, who crashed through the brush like a stampeding herd of elk chased by a pack of wolves.
"What's that you say?" The King turned to look at Randolf, a hunting spear held loosely in one hand.
"I say you do not appear to be into the hunt today, Your Highness," Randolf replied. "That was the third time we came close to the boar, only to scare him away and not get an opportunity for the kill. The dogs will corner him again, but as they tire, I fear for their safety if we keep driving the boar without taking him soon."
Leondis stared blankly at Lord Randolf as if he did not even hear what the man was saying, before turning and tossing his spear to a serva
