Chapter 203
In a wide clearing, under the starlight, the children of the aristocrats feasted. They felt free and uninhibited. The tired beaters settled down a good distance away from them. Three of the riders had needed medical assistance, which had been provided by their comrades. Hadjar looked longingly at their ‘camp’. With every fiber of his being, he felt he belonged with those forty horsemen, rather than with the nobles. Apparently, Nero felt the same way. Alas, they couldn’t follow their hearts and leave the noble fools behind.
During the years he’d spent in the military, Hadjar had gotten used to the fact that stopping to rest during a hunt would entail eating just a small snack of baked potatoes or biscuits. Right now, however, they were sitting on folding wooden chairs at a fol
