Lawrence patted the inside pocket of his clothes. There were fourteen silver coins in there, his share of the inheritance.,The sound of the fat woman's snores echoed continuously through the hall. Lawrence, not wanting to cause trouble, endured it, while Malov, his face betraying his displeasure, soon walked over there.,It's not an inheritance, but the baron would stipulate the income from a field or orchard and then give it to a married adult son to manage.。