Chapter 58 Chapter 58 Three sycophants

His humiliation of the queen really pissed me off.I have never experienced such a sudden shock, feeling my chest and throat swell with anger, and my upper lip twisted as a terrible force filled my body.I sense a voice from far away, what?This is how the same thing?kill it!kill it!kill it!I took a step forward and jumped up, knowing my teeth were almost sinking where his throat met his shoulder. However, "Fitz".Someone called me in surprise. It's Molly's voice!I turned to look at her, my emotions changing from anger to joy, but she stepped aside quickly and said, "Excuse me, my lord," and walked quickly past me.Her eyes were drooping, and her manner was as humble as that of a servant.

"Molly?" I said, following her, and she stopped.When she looked back at me, there was no expression on her face, and her voice was very flat. "My lord, do you have something to explain?" "Anything to explain?" Of course.I looked around and found that there was no one else in the corridor, so I stepped forward and whispered in her ear, "No, I just miss you. Molly, I..." "No way, my lord. Please let me go." She turned and walked away proudly and calmly. "What did I do?" I asked in astonishment and anger, not expecting any answer, but she stopped, her back in blue was straight, her hair was tied with a lace ponytail, and she stood tall. There, without looking back, he said calmly: "Nothing. You did nothing, my lord. Absolutely nothing."

"Molly!" I protested, but she turned the corner and left.I stood there staring at her back, and it took me a while to realize that I had made a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a growl.Why don't we hunt together! maybe!I found myself agreeing, that's for the best.Go hunting, kill game, eat, sleep.Don't do anything else. Why not go now? I do not know either. I straightened myself up and knocked on Kettricken's door. Little Rosemary came over and opened the door, smiling dimpledly and inviting me to enter the room. As soon as I entered, I realized Molly's mission here.Kettricken held a thick green candle, and there were other candles on the table. "Laurel berries," I said.

Kettricken looked up and smiled. "Fitz Junqi, welcome, come in and sit down. Would you like something to eat? Drink?" I stood there and looked at her.What a transformation.I felt her strength and knew she was on her feet.She wore a soft knee-length short-sleeved tunic and leggings, her usual hairstyle, and simple jewelry, a necklace of small green and blue beads.However, this is definitely not the woman I brought back to the castle a few days ago.She is not at all bitter, angry, hurt and confused.The Kettricken in front of him was quite dignified. "My queen." I said hesitantly.

"Kettricken." She corrected me calmly, then walked around the room to put the candles on the shelves, challenging herself to say no more. I went into her living room and it was just her and Rosemary.Verity once complained to me that her room was like a barracks, but it wasn't an exaggeration.The simple furniture was spotless, and there were no heavy brocade tapestries and rugs that are common in Buckkeep. There were only simple straw mats on the floor, and the framed parchment screen had fine spray paintings of flowers and trees.The whole room was organized in an orderly manner, everything was either put away or not taken out.That's the only way I can describe the silence.

I came here with utterly confused conflicted emotions, and now I stand here silently, breathing evenly and feeling calm.One corner of the room had been converted into an alcove with a parchment screen, a green wool rug on the floor, and low stools like I'd seen in the mountains.Kettricken placed a green laurel fruit candle behind one of the screens and lit it on the fire, adding a sunrise-like vibrancy and warmth to the spray-painted screens.Kettricken sat down on a low stool in the alcove as she walked, and pointed to the one opposite her. "Shall we sit down together?" I follow suit.The soft glow of the screen, the dreamy air of the small private room and the sweet scent of bayberries surrounded me, and the low stool was so comfortable that it took me a while to remember the purpose of my visit here. "My queen, I thought you might want to learn a little of the game of gamble we play at Buckkeep, so you can join the people who are playing it."

"Another day!" she said kindly. "If you and I want to cheer ourselves up, and you're willing to teach me how to play, that's all right, but that's all. I've found the old adage to be true. You can't get away from your true self until you awaken, and I'm lucky enough to be awakened and back to my true self. This is what you're feeling today, Fitz Horseman." "I do not understand." she smiles. "You don't have to understand." She fell silent again, and little Rosemary was already sitting by the fireplace, picking up her little blackboard and chalk and playing with herself. Even this child's joy seemed very peaceful today.I turned to wait for Kettricken, but she just sat looking at me, smiling dumbly.

After a while I asked, "What are we going to do?" "Nothing," Kettricken said. I followed her in silence.It took a long time for her to speak: "Our own ambitions and missions, as well as the framework imposed on this world, are nothing but tree shadows across the snow, moving with the sun, disappearing on a moonlit night, and fluttering when the wind blows , and when the smooth snow melts, it falls twisted on the rough ground, but the tree stands. Do you understand?" She leaned forward a little and looked into my face with kind eyes. "I guess so!" I replied uneasily.

She looked at me almost pityingly. "If you get it without thinking about it or worrying about why it matters to me, just try to understand if it's worth it in your life. But I'm not ordering you to do it, I'm never here Order anyone to do anything." She leaned back in the chair and gently relaxed her straight back, looking at ease.She was still sitting idly across from me stretching herself, but I felt her life passing by me and surrounding me.It was the slightest touch, and I would not have felt it if I hadn't experienced the Skill and the Wit firsthand.Carefully, as if inspecting a bridge made of spider webs, I gently overlaid my consciousness on top of hers.

She continued to search, but not like I searched for a specific animal, and didn't interpret the movement around me, so that I couldn't describe the way she felt in words like I could describe my own feelings.Kettricken doesn't use her Wisdom to find anything, as she says, she is just a part of what exists in nature.She straightened herself up and thought about the ways in which the web had touched her, and that was enough.I was amazed by the subtlety of the phenomenon, and in a few moments I was breathing loose, letting my Wisdom run free, letting go of all vigilance and Burrich's worries about me, something I'd never done before.Kettricken's touch was as delicate as dew on a spider's silk, and I was like a flood breaking a bank.Rapidly fills all old riverbeds after a sudden release causing flooding and sending waves of water to the lowlands.