Father and Stephan must have gone on an early morning hunt. Part of him wanted to feel indignant that they hadn’t asked him to join them, but he didn’t have it in him. Otto had never cared much for hunting. As far as he could tell it was just an excuse for the men to get drunk and ride around. Heaven help any farmer’s daughter out this morning. Stephan’s appetites were well known amongst the country lasses. No doubt more than one Shenk bastard wandered the barony.
