“6 Ch. 6 James Douglas – Selkirk Forest, 1315 I fingered the goose-fledged arrow at my belt and slid it free. Snow crunched underfoot as I shifted my weight. I grimaced. The stag raised his head, flicked his ears and looked about. Clouds of steam billowed from his black nostrils. I stood as rigid as the tree against which I leaned, my bow stave gripped in my left hand. A long minute later, he lowered his great, pronged crown and wandered forward a few steps. With a black hoof, he dug at the grou...nd and began to nibble. Recently, Robert had stirred with fever for a hunt. The winter had been both too long and too trying, and so we were all as eager as he was to escape the city. On the first March, we rode southward – the king, his brother Edward, Walter and I – only to arrive in Selkirk Forest and be reminded that winter was not yet over with. For two days we huddled in an abandoned woodsman’s hut, tending a meager fire while snow fell thick and fast. The third morning, we rose to the steady drip of snow melting through the decaying thatch of the roof.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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