Chapter 84 Chapter 84 You Are Just an Bastard

In that fateful year, Prince Verity chose to display his fleet at the height of the Winter Festival.According to the tradition, he should wait for the weather to improve and hold a launching ceremony for the brand-new boat on the first day of the Spring Festival, because it is an auspicious day for launching a new boat.However, Verity urged the shipbuilders and others to finish work on the four warships before the winter solstice, and to choose the time of the climax of the winter celebrations to unveil the new ships in public and to make a speech.Traditionally, a hunt is held on that day, and the days to come are heralded by the catch.When he let the ship leave the dock on the drum, he announced to the crowd that this was his hunter, and that the only prey he wanted to kill were the Red Ship Raiders.The reaction to his statement was muted, obviously not what he expected, and I believe it was because people wanted to forget all the painful memories of the Red Ship, hide in winter and pretend that spring never came. will come.However, Verity refused to let them do so, and the fleet was launched on the same day as he had planned, and the training of the crew began at the same time.

Nighteyes and I were out hunting after noon.He complained that it was unreasonable to choose to hunt at this time, and why I was willing to waste the early morning arguing and wrestling with my nestmates?I told it it was going to be like this, and it was going to last for days, maybe longer.It's not happy, and neither am I.I'm a little annoyed that it still knows how I pass the time when I'm not trying to connect with it consciously, so does Verity feel it too? It mocks me.Sometimes it's really hard for you to hear me, so should I give you a big fanfare and shout at him at the same time?

Our hunt yielded nothing but two scrawny rabbits.I promised to bring him some food from the kitchen the next day, but it was still difficult to express to him my desire to have my own privacy at a given moment.It doesn't understand why I exclude mating from the activities of wolves, since wolves hunt or howl in packs.Mating means that the next generation will be born in the near future, and the wolves will be responsible for caring for the newborns.However, words have a hard time conveying what I'm trying to convey.We talk with imagery and shared thoughts that require little judgment.Its candor really freaks me out because it says it enjoys sharing the physical intimacy my partner and I enjoy, but I beg it not to.It looked confused.I let it eat the hunted rabbit alone, but it got angry because I didn't want to share the rabbit meat with it, and it took me a lot of effort to make it understand that I didn't want to share my perception of Molly with it, although I am reluctant to do this, but I can only express it in this way.Sometimes I want to cut off all ties with him, which is really incomprehensible to him, and he goes on to argue that it doesn't make sense at all, because doing so would take away the point of a pack of wolves.When I leave it, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever truly have private moments all to myself again.

I went back to Buckkeep to go to my room and be alone, if only for a moment.I really need to be somewhere where I can close the door and be alone, at least to give my limbs a break.The hustle and bustle of people in the corridors and stairs stimulated my desire for silence, only to hear the noise of servants removing old cloth and new ones, they replaced new candles on the candlesticks, and then hung sprigs of evergreens as festoons. .The atmosphere of winter celebrations is everywhere, but I have no interest at all. I finally reached the door of my room, opened the door and slipped in, then shut the door tightly.

"Back so soon?" The Fool looked up from the hearth, squatting in the semicircle of scrolls, and seemed to be sorting them. I stared at him, making no secret of my displeasure, and soon I was angry. "Why don't you tell me the king's condition?" He looked at another scroll, and placed it on top of the stack to his right. "But I have! Now let me ask you: why didn't you know earlier?" This pushes my question back. "I admit that I haven't been diligent in visiting him these days, but..." "I can't say anything more useful than letting you see it with your own eyes, and you never thought about how I was there every day, how to deal with the bottles, clean the environment, clear the dishes, and help him comb. Hair and beard..."

Once again he left me speechless.I walked across the room and sat down heavily on the wardrobe. "He's not the king I thought he was," I confessed. "It frightens me that he's deteriorating so quickly." "Scares you? That's what terrifies me! At least you can serve another king while this one is being toyed with." The Fool tossed another scroll lightly over the stack on the right. "We all are." I pointed out cautiously. "In a different way," said the Fool briefly. Without thinking, I raised my hand and pinned the brooch more firmly on the lapel of my jacket.I almost lost it today, and I can't help thinking that it really symbolizes my life over the years.The king has always protected my illegitimate grandson, but other ruthless people would have quietly dealt with me long ago.But now he needs someone else's protection?What does this symbolize to me?

"So, what should we do?" "You and me? I'm afraid there's very little to do. I'm just a jester, and you're a bastard." I nodded reluctantly. "I want Chade here, and I want to know when he'll be back." I looked at the Fool, wondering how much he knew. "Shadows? Shadows come back when the sun goes down, that's what I heard." He was still his usual elusive. "But I think it's too late for the king," he added more quietly. "So there's nothing we can do?" "You and me? That's not it. We're too capable to act here. A place where the most powerful are always the weakest. Maybe you're right, we should talk it over , but now..." He got up and shook all his joints exaggeratedly, looking like a puppet entangled in string.He made every bell on his body jingle and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "The king is about to have the best part of his day, and I'll be by my side as best I can." He stepped cautiously from the circle of sorted scrolls and slates, and yawned. "Goodbye, Fitz."

"Goodbye." He stopped in front of the door suspiciously. "You have no objection to my leaving?"