Chapter 11

Nils Holgersson had enough of waiting for me and woke me up around midday. He just shook me awake and nearly caused me a heart attack. Supreme boss was out for the day and I was supposed to move my derrière-my headaches were none of his concern- and drive with him to the place where the hunt was taking place. 

I growled but got up, dressed and ate breakfast. I suddenly remembered my sister Loyola but Holgersson told me the visit had been cancelled. It enraged me but he didn’t care (I guess his boss can put on a bigger show than me) and told me to sit and wait till four when we would be driving to the place. 

Who the hell in his right mind hunts in the middle of the summer? It’s not only forbidden but crazy. Wait till autumn. I hate hunting and I did my best to prove to the world what a lousy hunter I was, but for Spanish nobility hunting is a must. Brits also chase the hell out of every fox they can but don’t walk the extra mile a Spaniard is willing to do. Do you want a new international contract? Do you want support from somebody here? Well, be ready to butcher some quails, ducks, rabbits, venison, sea cucumbers and a long etc. 

Maybe the sun had done my dirty work and killed Lars and his party of insolation.