1. Chasse
Gaernath drooped, bending to pluck his goose-feathered shaft from the rusty bracken. "No venison tonight."
"Let me see," Dírmaen said, holding out his hand.
Blood stained the pale wood four fingers from the head; the broad barbed point was clotted thickly with gore.
He handed it back. "A fair shot, within the four quarters. If the blood were clear and bright, or there was some whiff of bowel, the chase might be long." There on the stony crest the noble hart fled, head of sixteen at full still high. "He may run, but he will not run long. After him!"
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