Chapter 29 Chapter 29 There is always a way to do it

Thoughts like that didn't free me from the agonizing guilt that I would sneak to the abandoned cabin behind the barn every day.I've always played it safe, and the peace with Burrich didn't last long, and I took it for granted.The loss of his friendship is too vivid in my memory.If Burrich had ever suspected me of returning to the Wit, he would have abandoned me as quickly and completely as before, and I ask myself every day why I would be willing to stake his friendship for a pup? My only answer is that I have no choice.I couldn't ignore the pup the way I ignore a hungry child in a cage.But for Burrich, the Wit sometimes made me open up to animals, and he took that as a disgusting weakness normal people wouldn't indulge in.In fact, he also possesses Wisdom, but he has been stubbornly unwilling to admit his potential ability.Even if he used it, he would never give me a chance to catch it; on the contrary, I would not be as silent as he is.His weird insights always let him know that there is a kind of animal that attracts me deeply.When I was a boy, I was addicted to the Wit and hung out with the animals until someone knocked me on the head, or slapped me, and it brought me back to what I was doing.When Burrich and I lived in the stables, he did everything he could to keep me away from any animals.He always succeeds and saved me twice.The agony of losing a companion animal convinced me that Burrich was right.Only a fool would indulge in such a thing that is not worth the loss.So, I'm a fool, not a man who can ignore hungry coyotes.

I stole bones, minced meat, and breadcrumbs, and kept the cook and the jester in the dark as best I could.I toiled to steal food from the kitchen at different times of the day, and took pains to change my route so as not to take the obvious path to the cabin in the back.The hardest part was smuggling food to the cabin with clean hay and old blankets; but I somehow managed to do it. No matter when I arrive, the coyotes are waiting for me.It's not just the animal's anticipation of waiting for food, it even senses when I start my daily routine and head to the cabin behind the barn, so it'll be waiting for me.It knows when I have gingerbread in my pocket and takes a quick liking to it.It has not completely dispelled its suspicion of me.No.I felt its cautiousness, and when I approached, it still curled itself up.However, I never beat it, and every bite of food I gave it made the bridge of trust between us stronger and stronger.It's a relationship I don't want to be in, so I try to ignore it harshly, try not to understand it with my wit.I was afraid that it would lose its animal nature to live independently in the wilderness, so I warned it repeatedly: "You must hide yourself, everyone is a threat to you, and so is every dog, so you must stay here. No one is allowed to make a sound."

It's easy to listen to at first.It was emaciated, and when I brought food, it immediately threw itself on the ground and started gobbling it.He usually falls asleep on a bed of hay before I leave the cabin, or looks at me enviously as he gnaws on a bone.However, when it is full and has had enough exercise, it will no longer be afraid of me, and it will start to show its innate playfulness.When the door opened, it immediately jumped on me and pretended to attack me, expressing its affection for the bone with wolf barks and scuffles.When I accuse him of being too loud, or sneaking off to play in the snow behind the cabin at night, he winces at my displeasure.

However, I also noticed the fierceness hidden in its eyes at those moments.It doesn't admit to having the upper hand, just a sense of growing up, waiting until it makes its own choice, which sometimes feels painful, but always necessary.When I rescued it, I made up my mind to set it free in the future, and a year later it will be another wolf howling in the distance at night, I keep telling it. At first, it will wonder when it can leave the smelly Buckkeep and the stone wall where it is imprisoned, and I promise it will be as soon as possible, as long as it is fed enough and strong, after the deep winter snow melts , it has the ability to protect itself, it can leave.

But as the weeks passed, the snowstorm outside reminded him of the comfort of that bed.As he got more muscle, he didn't ask about it so much, and I sometimes forgot to remind him. Loneliness ate me from the inside out.I wondered at night what would happen if I dared go upstairs and knock on Molly's door.After dawn, I pulled myself away from the little wolf who was completely dependent on me.There is only one other lonely creature like me in the castle. "I'm sure you have other tasks, but why do you still come to see me every day?" Kettricken asked in the blunt manner of the Mountain people.I remember it was around ten o'clock in the morning, the day after the blizzard struck.Big flakes of snow were falling, but Kettricken ordered all the shutters to be opened despite the cold, so she could see outside.She was in the sewing room overlooking the sea. I think it was the extremely restless surface of the water that attracted her deeply, and her eyes were almost the same color as the sea water that day.

"I have to help you think of a way to pass the time happily, Your Royal Highness." "To pass the time?" She sighed, resting her elbows on her cheeks, staring desolately at the snow falling outside the window, the sea breeze blowing her hair. "It's a strange thing you say. When you say pass the time, it's like we speak of the passing wind in the Kingdom of the Mountains, like something to get rid of." Her little maid, Rosemary, sat at her feet, giggling, and buried her face in her hands, while the other two ladies snickered knowingly, and then diligently continued their sewing with their heads down.Kettricken had a large framed embroidery with the bottom of a mountain and a waterfall in Kettricken's room, and I didn't notice how fast she was going.The other ladies who served her didn't show up today, but they made up a long story to explain why they couldn't accompany her, most of which were headaches.She didn't seem to understand that their ignorance made her feel slighted, and I didn't know how to explain it to her. Sometimes I even doubted whether I should do it, and today was one of those times.

I move on the chair, crossing my legs. "I mean Buckkeep can be a pretty dull place in the winter because the weather keeps us cooped up and there's nothing to do." "It's not like that in the shipwright's shelter," she told me, her eyes looking curiously longing. “It was very busy there, with workers making the most of every sunny day placing lumber and bending battens, and when it was dark or windy, the boat builders were still chopping, whittling and planing lumber in the shed. Where the iron was smelted, workmen made chains and anchors, some weaved strong sails for sailing, others cut and sewed, and Verity walked and oversaw all the work. Here I sit and weave embroidery, Even though my fingers are pricked and my eyes are tired, I still have to embroider flowers and bird eyes. So when I'm done, I can set it aside with other beautiful creations to cool off."