Chapter 100 Chapter 100 The king stole my life from me

Back in the room, I flung myself on the bed, wishing it were night, so I could go to Molly without anyone else finding out.Then I remembered my secret, and all the joyful anticipation I had before was gone.I jumped up and opened the window to watch the storm outside, but even the weather was playing tricks on me. An open blue was exposed in the dark clouds, revealing a ray of sunlight with water vapor, and the dark clouds gradually gathering above the sea showed that the sudden clearness was fleeting.However, the wind and rain have stopped at this time, and there is even a hint of warmth in the air.

Nighteyes immediately came to my mind. It's too wet to hunt now, every blade of grass is steamed.Plus, the sun is blinding, and only humans are stupid enough to go hunting when the sun is shining. lazy hound.I blamed it, knowing that it was curled up at this time, nose to tail lying in its nest, and I also felt the warm satiety after filling its belly. Maybe tonight!It made suggestions, then gradually fell asleep again. I pulled my mind away from it, and grabbed my cloak, and walked away from Buckkeep towards the city, because staying in the castle wouldn't help me in the mood I was in.I battled the anger Shrewd felt at my decision against the panic I felt at his weakening.I walked briskly, trying to escape the king's trembling hands and drugged sleep.Damn Wallace!He stole the king from me, and the king stole my life from me.I refuse to think about it any further.

Water droplets and yellow-edged leaves fell as I passed, and the birds sang crisp and sweet melodies, celebrating the sudden brief clearness after the heavy rain.The sun is more dazzling, making everything shine with a moist light, and the soil also exudes a rich fragrance.Although my heart is still sad, I am deeply moved by this beautiful day. The rain that has just fallen has refreshed Buckkeep Castle.I found myself at the market, watching everyone scramble to get home before the next storm hit.Such genial busyness and friendly noise were in sharp contrast to my inner sourness.I stared around the marketplace until a bright crimson cloak caught my eye, and I couldn't help but feel a churn.Although Molly had to wear her blue servant's attire in Buckkeep, she still wore her old red cloak when she went out to the market place, presumably Patience had sent her out on errands again in the brief rain.I watch her, careful not to be spotted, as she haggles doggedly over the price of bags of Chase tea.I love the way her chin lifts up when she shakes her head at the merchant, and then suddenly something happens.

I have some coppers in my pocket, for my salary as a rower.With this money I bought four sweet apples, two raisin buns, a bottle of wine, and some peppermeat, and a bag with string attached to it, and a thick red woolen blanket.I used all the techniques Chade had taught me to shop and follow Molly undetected.To make matters worse, I had to follow her, equally discreetly, to the milliner's for silk ribbons, and then follow her as she set off for the walk back to Buckkeep. Somewhere around a bend in a path, I caught up with her in the shade of the bushes, crept behind her, picked her up unexpectedly, and spun her around in circles.This surprised her.I put her down and kissed her well, but I couldn't explain why kissing her outside in the bright sun felt so different, all I knew was that all the troubles in my heart were swept away.

I bowed quickly to her. "I wonder if this lady can dine with me?" "Oh, we can't," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "We'll be found out." I looked around dramatically, then grabbed her arm and pulled her off the road.There were only a few bushes behind the woods, and I urged her through low-hanging branches, leaping over a fallen log, and across a field of buck brush that clung to our legs wetly.When we came to the edge of the cliff above the sometimes rumbling, sometimes rustling ocean, we scrambled like children down a narrow cleft in the rock to a small sandy beach.

Driftwood is cluttered at this corner of the bay, and a small bank of sand and almost dried-out shale on one overhang of the cliff can't block a ray of sunlight from the sky that's sending out Surprisingly warm.Molly took the food and blankets from me and told me to build a fire, but she was the one who kept the wet logs burning.The sea salt made the flames green and blue, and its heat made us put aside our cloaks and hats.It was good to sit next to her and watch her under the open blue sky, the sun shining brightly in her hair and the wind blowing red on her cheeks.We laughed out loud, mixing our voices with the seabirds without worrying about disturbing others.We sipped the bottle, ate the food with our fingers, and walked to the wave to wash our sticky hands.

We crawled among the rocks and driftwood in search of treasure brought by the storm, and it made me feel like I hadn't felt myself since returning from the mountains, and Molly looked exactly like the wild girl I knew as a child.Her unbraided hair just fell over her face.When I was chasing her, she slipped and we fell into the tide together.Then we got under the blankets, and she took off her shoes and socks and dried them by the fire, and stretched back on the blankets. Suddenly, leaving each other naked seemed like a really good idea. Molly wasn't as sure as I was. "There's a lot of gravel under the blanket, I don't want to go back with a bruise on my back!"

I leaned over and kissed her. "Am I not worth it for you?" I asked her persuadingly. "You? Of course not!" She suddenly pushed me to lie on my back, and then threw herself on me boldly, "But I'm worth it." As she leaned over to look at me, there was a frenzied gleam in her eyes that took my breath away.After she possessed me furiously, I found that she was absolutely right, no amount of bruising was worth it, whether it was gravel or her warm body.The azure sky loomed through her cascading hair, and I had never seen anything like it. After a while, she was lying almost completely on top of me, and we just took a nap in the icy but sweet cold air.Finally she sat up trembling, then picked up the clothes beside her and put them on.I watched with reluctance as she refastened the drawstrings of her smock, because the darkness and candlelight always prevented me from seeing her body clearly.Seeing my dazed expression, she stuck out her tongue at me, then paused.My braided hair was messed up, so she pulled my braids out to frame my face, then folded her red cloak over my forehead, shook her head and said, "You must be a very plain girl."

I snorted and replied, "I'm not such a decent man either." She looks angry. "You're not annoying!" She traced a finger along the texture of my chest thoughtfully, "I heard in the laundry room the other day that you're the best girl since Burrich. Stable man. I suppose it's because your hair isn't as rough as most of the men in the Buck Duchy, so that makes you look different." She twisted my hair into a scrunchie with her fingers.