Hound hunting. Fedotova N.G.

Another winter worse than autumn. Either the snow, then rain, then ice slush, the cold wind makes it to the bones - even though you don’t go out at all. In such weather, even the owner will not drive the dog out of the house! If only this owner is the king of Scotland, but the “dog” is not the hound of the breed...

the least in the world, the Lord Mc Lion wanted to go to the North, to the Normans, and even without an invitation. I absolutely did not want to take a curious spouse with him. And the prospect for a week to spend a week on board Drakkar, crushing from attacks of marine illness, and completely drove into longing, not counting other circumstances. However, the service is a service!.. reluctantly, the royal adviser stepped on Skhodny, not expecting nothing but a headache from the upcoming trip... But he miscalculated. No, he, of course, received a headache. Now, if only her! The cheerful feast turned into a truss, welcoming hosts - jailers, hunter and game changed places, the life of an old friend hung on the balance...

and that worst was only the beginning.