The youngest son of Zaganos Pasha, Ahmed Çelebi, still in the bloom of his teenage years, had successfully hunted down his prey. It wasn't because he was the fiercest warrior among his siblings, but rather because his elder brothers had deliberately given him the opportunity. They had all already proven their worth to their esteemed father, either on the battlefield or within the political arena. Ahmed, however, had yet to showcase his unique strengths.
Zaganos Pasha said nothing, recognising the ruse his sons played. He knew full well that his progeny, skilled in archery, would never miss their marks in such an apparent manner or have arrows embedded in the deer's hind, allowing Ahmed the privilege of the final, killing shot. Quietly, he sipped his unfermented grape juice, observing his sons as they skilfully skinned the deer.