"I know how to clean it," he said stiffly. He had been forced to learn it, even though he had not wanted to. Forced to shoot at animals and kill. The first time he had cried - another sign of weakness in his father's mind. He was the son his father had never wanted to have and Lord Sharpe had given his best to assure that he would not have to suffer the disgrace for long. Absent-mindedly, he touched his throat. "I have been taken hunting when I was young. But we should find it in father's old shed."