Chapter 67 67 Delivered from death in a cage

I sat quietly, surrounded by other guards and soldiers eating, drinking and chatting.The pleasant chatter and the clink of spoons against the side of the pan, and the thud of a slice being cut from a large round cheese, is music to the ear.The room was filled with the smell of food and people, with the smell of firewood, splashing ale, and rich, sizzling stew.I should be feeling happy and content right now, not restless, sad or alone. brother? coming.We'll meet at the old pig shed. Nighteyes hunts far away.I waited for it first with the little bag of ointment and the bag of bones, and the snow around me surrounded me like sparks dancing endlessly in the winter.As I explored the darkness with my eyes, I felt it approaching me, but it still managed to jump out unexpectedly and scare me, but it was kind to me, just nibbling and shaking my uninjured wrist.We went inside and I lit a remnant of a candle and checked its shoulder.I was really tired and sore last night, so it was nice to see my best work.I trimmed the thick and thick short hair around the wound, and then washed the wound with clean snow. A scab on it became thicker and blackened. I could see that it bled a little today, but it was fine.I applied a thick layer of ointment to the wound, and Nighteyes flinched a little, but still resisted the pain to allow me to apply the ointment, then turned his head and smelled suspiciously where the ointment had been applied to the wound.

Goose fat, it started to lick the ointment as it spoke.Whatever it is, the ointment is not bad for it anyway, and its tongue can push the ointment deep into the wound, which is much more effective than applying it with my fingers. hungry?I ask it. Not too hungry.There are many mice by the old well.Next, it sniffs my bag lightly, but a bit of beef or game would be nice to fill up on. I dumped the bones into a pile, and then it jumped to the pile of bones, sniffed and picked a fleshy joint bone to eat. Shall we go hunting soon?It imagines for me the man who is smelted. After a day or two!I hope to swing my sword next time.

I do not blame you.Cow teeth aren't exactly a weapon, but don't wait too long. Why? Because I saw a few guys like that today, guys who don't feel like that.They found a frozen stag on the banks of the stream and ate it, dirty and smelly meat!But they still eat well.However, this will not delay them for long, because they will be closer to this place tomorrow. Then let's go hunting tomorrow and show me where you found them.When I closed my eyes, I knew which bank it was referring to.I didn't know you'd come this far!Did you keep walking there today with a shoulder injury?

Not that far. Its answer smacked with a touch of boastfulness.And I know we'll go find them together.I walk much faster alone, so it will be easier for me to find them alone and then take you on a hunt. This is not hunting, Nighteyes. No.But this is what we do for our own pack. I sat with it for a while in the silence, watching it gnaw at the bone I had brought.He has grown well this winter, with plenty of food and a free life out of the cage, which has allowed him to gain weight and build stronger muscles.Snowflakes were falling on his fur, but his thick gray fur kept the snowflakes out and the moisture from penetrating into his skin, and he smelled healthy, not one of the overfed, indoors and It lacks the fat dog smell of exercise, but a fresh wild breath.You saved my life yesterday.

You freed me from death in a cage. I think I've been alone for so long that I've forgotten what it's like to have a friend. It stopped chewing the bones, raised its head and looked at me with gentle and joyful eyes.friend?This word is too trivial, brother, and the direction of the expression is wrong, so don't treat me as a friend anymore.I'm to you what you are to me, we're brothers bonded to each other, we're part of the same wolf pack, but I'm not everything you need.It gnawed at the bone again, and I pondered over what it had just said. Sleep well, brother.I said it before leaving.

It sneered.sleep?It's hard!The moonlight is about to break through the clouds and bring me the light I need to hunt, but if it's still dark, I'm going to sleep. I nodded and let it continue to enjoy the bone.When I walked back to the castle, I felt less bleak and lonely, but I still felt guilty that Nighteyes was so attuned to itself and my way of life, only to go out and search for the whereabouts of the Forged. It does not seem to be an aboveboard thing. This is for the same pack of wolves, and for the good of the same pack of wolves.These unfeeling bastards want to invade our territory, and we won't let them do that.It took it for granted, and was surprised by my uneasiness.I nodded in agreement in the dark, and pushed open the kitchen door to the dim light and warmth.

As I went upstairs and returned to my room, I was thinking about what I had done these days.I made up my mind to let the little wolf live a free life, but I ended up becoming a brother to him, and I don't regret it.I also warned Verity that another batch of Forged was heading towards Buckkeep, only to find out that he already knew, and thus earned myself the task of studying the Elderlings and finding other Skill users.I begged him to give the garden to Kettricken, so that she would be too busy to care about her hurt, and thus deceive her and make her more determined in her love for Verity.I paused on the steps to catch my breath and thought maybe we should all dance to the music of the Rigolet!Hadn't he hinted at these same things to me?

I fumbled with the brass key in my pocket again, thinking now was a good time.Verity wasn't in his room but Charin was, and Charin would let me in and use this key to open the box.My hands are full of scrolls found there, more than I ever imagined.I took them back to my room and put them on the wardrobe, lit a fire in the fireplace to keep warm, and then glanced at the medicinal cloth on the bite wound on my neck, but it had already turned into a dirty blood-stained cloth, although I knew it should be There is a new medicine, but I am afraid to peel it off. After a while, I added more firewood, sorted the scrolls into cobwebs of small print and faded illustrations, and looked up at my room.

A bed, a chest of drawers, a little table by the bed, a jug and bowl for the bathwater, an ugly tapestry of the wise king conferring with a yellowed old spirit, and the mantel-piece of candles.From the first night I moved in, the layout of the room had hardly changed over the years.It was a dreary and unimaginative room, and I suddenly felt like a dreary and unimaginative person myself.I beat, hunted, hunted, and obeyed, more like a hound than a man, and still an unlovable hound to be petted and admired, but one of the pack.When was the last time Shrewd or Chade called me?Why even the jester makes fun of me.Am I but a tool for everything and everyone?Does anyone else care about me besides myself?Suddenly, I could no longer tolerate being alone with myself, so I dropped the scroll and left the room.