Chapter 59 Chapter 59 I had a strange dream

Let's go hunting!Wolf said happily. Burrich had just cleaned the horse's hooves in the stable, and stood up, frowning to himself, while Soot paced in his stable.Molly shook her hair back with a shrug, and Kettricken, across from me, looked at me in surprise, as if I had said something out loud to her.After a while, I controlled myself, experienced all kinds of feelings with my original intelligence, spread out and illuminated everything mercilessly.I feel it all, not only the people coming and going, but every pigeon fluttering on the eaves, every mouse sneaking behind the wine barrel, and every particle of life, but not so much Particles are rather every little knot in the web of life.

Everything is neither alone nor forgotten, full of meaning and important, but also unimportant.Someone is singing somewhere, and then it's quiet again.The chorus followed the solo, and other faint voices said in the distance, what? Please say that again?are you calling meare you here?Am I dreaming?These thoughts fiddled with me like a beggar tugging at a stranger's sleeve, and it dawned on me that if I didn't wave them away quickly, I would collapse like a piece of unraveled fabric.I blinked to lock myself back in, and took a breath. One breath, one blink.Time seemed to stand still.Kettricken squinted at me, but I pretended not to see it, scratching my nose with my hand and shifting my weight.

I calmed myself down firmly, and it took a few minutes before I sighed and shrugged apologetically. "I'm afraid I don't understand the game," I said. I really annoyed her. "It's not a game. You don't have to understand or 'execute' it, just sit back and relax." Acting like I'd try again, I sat still for a few minutes, then frantically fiddled with the cuff until she caught it, then bowed my head as if in shame. Kettricken sighed and decided to give up on me. "The girl who made these candles had such a good sense of smell that she could almost bring the fragrance of my entire garden into the room and surround me. Regal gave me some of her honeysuckle wicks, and I later sought out her candles myself. She's a maid here and doesn't have the time or resources to make a lot of candles, so I consider myself lucky to have a gift from her."

"Regal!" I repeated.Regal had spoken to Molly, and she knew very well that she could make candles, all kinds of premonitions made my heart tighten. "My queen, I'm afraid I've disturbed you, and it's not my wish. Please allow me to leave and come back when you need company?" "This exercise requires a companion, Fitz Horseman." She looked at me sadly. "Could you try to relax again? I thought... no? Oh well, I'll let you go." I heard the regret and loneliness in her voice, and I saw her sit up straight and suck Taking a breath and letting it out slowly made me feel her mind flicking on that web again.She has Wit, I thought.Not very strong, but she does have the ability.

I left her room quietly, wondering with a little glee what Burrich would think if he found out.But it wasn't so much fun when I remembered how keenly she was aware of what I was unfolding outwardly.I remembered the night hunt with the pup.Would this make the queen soon complain of strange dreams? When I recognized this fact, a cold feeling came to my heart.I knew that sooner or later I would be found out for my chronic neglect, and I knew that Burrich sensed that I was using my Wisdom.What if there are others?I'm afraid I will incur accusations of beast magic.So, I resolutely made up my mind.Tomorrow, I will start to act.

The Fool will remain one of Buckkeep's greatest mysteries, and it's almost as if no one knows for sure who he is.His origin, age, gender, and parentage are all subjects of speculation.It is most astonishing that such a public figure can remain shrouded in mystery, and there are always more questions than answers about the Fool.Does he really have mystical powers, precognition or magic?Or does he just rely on his wit and eloquence to make people think he has the ability to see the future?If he didn't know the future as much as he appeared to, he also dominated many of us to help shape the future he saw in his vision.

The white snow set off the white hair, and one ear was twitching, and at this moment, the small movements gave away the whereabouts. Did you see it?I asked it immediately. I smell it. I saw. I blinked lightly at my prey, and didn't move any more.That's enough. I saw!It jumped, the rabbit was startled, and the little wolf chased after it.The rabbit ran lightly across the loose snow, and the pup was bound to leap at it.I saw the rabbit running dodgingly, here and there, around the tree and around the bushes, and then ran into the thorny vine pile.Is it still there?The little wolf sniffed hopefully, but the dense thorns made it retract his sensitive nose.

ran away.I tell it. are you sure?why don't you help I cannot chase prey on loose snow.I had to sneak up and jump if necessary. Oh.I see.well thought out.We are two wolves and must hunt in pairs.I can drive the prey to you and get you ready to jump out and bite its neck. I shook my head slowly.You must learn to hunt alone, little wolf.I won't always be with you, whether in my heart or by your side. Wolves don't hunt alone. Probably not, but many wolves do, and you will too.But I didn't mean to start you off hunting rabbits.come on! It crouches at my heels and wants me to lead it.We left Buckkeep before the light in the sky faded, but now the sky was an open blue, pure and clear.The trail we were on was little more than a shallow ditch in the deep snow, and every step I took I was sinking in snow up to my calf.For us, the forest is a winter's quiet, with the occasional passing of a bird or the distant crow of a crow.This is an open forest, mostly with saplings, only a few big trees that escaped the burning hill by chance, and it becomes a good place to graze goats in summer.Their hooves leave footprints on the ground.We walked until we came to a modest stone house, with its crumbling corral and goat shelter, used only in the summer.