The Bastard; Loyal to one ch. 5

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Leaves rustled to the left of him, but Marvin chose to ignore it. One knee rested on the moist underground. In that fashion he sat as he peered into the woods. In his right hand, he held his bow, an arrow notched. They had been stalking their prey all morning. The sun had not risen when they left the camp. Now it caused long beams of light through the tree tops, illuminating the dust which drifted in the air. Finally they had caught up with the group.
With his hand, he signalled to his four companions. He had spotted their prey. He chose his target, a young male, pulled the arrow to his lips and let it go. He imagined he could hear the arrow fly, what Marvin didn’t have to imagine was the dull sound of impact and scream of pain which followed.
Three more arrows hit the young buck, all flying from different bows. It proved too be to much for the animal, which tried to walk but instead of moving forward it fell to the ground.

Slowly the five walked over to the dying animal. When they reached it, it was Robert who made use of his knife and released the deer into death.
He inspected the arrows which stuck out of its flanks then he looked up to Marvin. He started to appreciate the man’s hunting skills, and if Marvin’s way with the blade was as fabulous as Robert’s own wife had described it, he would prove to be a valuable asset to their cause.

“Right into its heart. That’s some good shooting Marvin,” Robert said.

“I do my best, my Lord,” the other answered in his humble manner.

“He does his best, did you hear that Nico?” Thomas muttered.

“His best al-right. Would be nice if he left us some game to shoot at.” The tone in which Nicolas answered was almost resentful.

“I will do it slower next time, so you have a chance to watch and learn.” was Marvin’s retort.

The laughter of the four men scared the birds high up in the tree, who flew away to seek a more quiet place to rest.

“Come. Let us gut the deer and we can carry our prize back to the camp. Would you like to give it a try, boy?” Robert’s question was addressed to Bram, Nicola’s son, who had been staring at Marvin, his young face full of awe.

“Do you know how to field dress? No, you don’t? Come on over and we will do it together.”

The boy walked shyly to his fathers Lord, who started to instruct him.
“First we lay the deer on his back and spread its legs. Then you cut its hide. Here take my knife. Start at its neck, careful now. Good, good and now around his genitals. The cock and balls,” he explained upon the boy’s puzzled look. “Yes and now around the anus, shitter, up to his cock again.” By now the boy was sweating in concentration.