Men are stupid. 

Their intentions make no difference, as they usually proceed out of stupidity.  

The difference between stupidity and ignorance is measured in willfulness. Ignorance is a result of innocence, and even we women are born with that. But stupidity requires the deliberate blindness to either truth or fact, and men are particularly willful in that respect. I honestly believe if they were not required to conceive children, we women could be quite content without them. 

Egfor's knees were screaming at him in protest. He was crouched for gods know how long by the table in his house, trying to coax Cat the Dog out from under the table with a piece of fish jerky- usually his favourite treat. Mortermon adopted this dog from Egfor before they were a proper couple. Since his death, Cat has not left from under the table. He would dart out with the other dogs to do their business just to resume his position under the table.

The sun blazed high over the square outside Sedgebury's meadhall as Osythe, Óswine, and a growing crowd of witnesses gathered to see the duel. Only three paces from the meadhall's doors, a dueling-cloak had been spread over the stones of the path. It was worn from the feet of many disputing warriors; the color, once a rich scarlet, had faded over the generations. 

(Previously...)         

After Daphne first met her grandmother, the middle-aged woman insisted she stay with the family in their home. The house was very large and fairly lavish, but also held the whispers of memories of a time it had not been nearly so empty. Now, it only held Daph's grandmother, a few servants, a friend of her grandmother's and her Aunt Berarna, who was only around ten years older than Daphne herself and remained unmarried.  

She was going on the planned hunt. That was that.