Chapter 10

“Really?”

“Not unless you’re interested in taking Slee the Goatherder’s job, and he doesn’t intend to retire anytime soon. And I don’t like goats.”

“I don’t like them much, either.”

Dexter’s lips twitched. “Have you ever spent time with a goat?”

“I’ll have you know that I’ve spent lots of time with goats.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard there are some old goats in your Court,” Dexter said lightly.

“A few,” Leo conceded. “Are you sure you still want to go visit?”

“A few old goats don’t scare me.” Dexter sipped at his bowl of soup. “So…all those trophies in the front hall. Did you shoot them all yourself?”

“No. My father was responsible for most of them, and my grandfather was the one who killed all the bears.”

“He had something against bears?”

“He enjoyed a challenge, apparently. And it is quite the challenge to kill a big bull bear with a quiver of arrows.”