Chapter 132 verse 132 didn't beat us

"They did not defeat us, but we were not without loss. We lost much of our supplies. Seven men and nine horses were killed, two were badly wounded, and three others were lightly wounded. Prince Verity decided to send the wounded to Back to Buckkeep, and two uninjured men to accompany us back. While he continued his mission, leading his bodyguards to the Kingdom of the Mountains, and leaving them there until his return. Minrai was ordered to take charge of our batch. Those who came back also carried written messages from Verity. I don't know the contents of that message, but Minrai and the others were killed five days ago, just as we were walking along the Buck River, suddenly at the border of the Buck Principality Raided. It was the archers, and it happened very... Suddenly, four of us were killed by arrows at once, and my horse was wounded on its side. Honger was a young horse, and it panicked when the arrow hit it , sank into the embankment, and I sank with it.

The river is very deep and the current is very fast. When I held on to Hong'er tightly, we fell into the river and rushed downstream, only to hear Minrui yelling for others to continue riding, because someone must come back. Buckkeep, but none of them came back.When Hunger and I finally climbed out of the Buck River, we went back to where we came from, and found their bodies, but Min Rui's papers were gone. " He stood up straight and spoke clearly, using concise and concise words.His report was a succinct account of what happened, without saying a word about how he felt about being deported, or about being the only survivor.I figured he'd have a lot to drink tonight and wondered if he wanted someone else to keep him company.But now, he stood silently waiting for the king to ask, but the silence was too long. "Your Majesty?" he asked again.

King Shrewd moved in the shadow of the bed. "It reminds me of when I was young," he said hoarsely, "and I used to ride a horse with a sword. When a man can no longer do that... I think when a man loses that ability, he loses More stuff. How is your horse, though?" Burrich frowned. "I will do my best to heal it, Your Majesty, and there will be no permanent damage to it." "Very well, at least the situation is not too bad. Yes, at least the situation is not too bad." King Shrewd paused for a moment, and then we listened to his breathing, which seemed to be quite difficult. "You go to rest! Good guy." He finally said bluntly. "You look terrible, I'll…" He paused and took two breaths. "I'll come back to you later, after you've rested enough.

I must have asked you something more..." His voice faded away and he just kept breathing. Such heavy breathing is when a person can no longer bear the immense pain. I still remember how I felt that night, I tried As he imagined what it must have been like to suffer this pain while listening to Burrich's report, and at the same time trying to hide it, the Fool leaned forward and gazed into the King's face, then shook his head slightly as he watched us. "Come here!" I whispered to Burrich. "The king just ordered you." He seemed to be leaning more heavily on me as we left the king's chamber.

"He doesn't seem to care much," Burrich said to me calmly and cautiously as we trudged down the corridor. "He cares, trust me, he cares a lot." We reached the stairs, and I hesitated for a moment.We had to go down the stairs, across the hall, kitchen, and courtyard, into the stables, and then up the steep stairs to Burrich's loft.Or take the two flights of stairs back to my room via the corridor. "I'll take you to my room." I told him. "No, I want to stay in my room." He sounded like a troubled sick child. "After a while, after you have a good rest." I told him firmly.When I carefully helped him up the stairs, he didn't resist, and I didn't think he had the strength to walk on his own.He leaned against the wall and watched me open the door, and when it opened I helped him into the room and tried to make him rest on my bed, but he insisted on sitting in the chair by the fireplace, and when he was settled, he turned his head Lean back and close your eyes.As he rested, his face showed the torments of the journey.He looked scrawny and looked pretty bad.

He raised his head and looked around the room as if he had never seen this place before. "Fitz? Is there anything to drink here?" I know he's not talking about tea. "Brandy?" "That cheap blackberry thing you drink? I think I'll have to drink horse liniment soon." I turned and smiled at him. "I might have some here." He didn't respond, as if he didn't hear me. I lit a fire in the grate, and quickly picked the herbs I had kept in the room, but I had given most of them to the Fool before, so there were not many left. "Burrich, I'll get you something to eat and something, okay?"

There was no response again, it turned out that he had fallen asleep sitting on the chair.I walked over and stood beside him, I could feel his whole body was hot without touching it, and I couldn't help but wonder what happened to his legs this time.It's hard to heal a new wound on top of an old one and keep going, so I hurried out of the room. I interrupted Sarah, who was making pudding, in the kitchen, told her that Burrich was resting in my room injured and sick, then lied that he was famished and asked her to send a page to bring up the food, and by the way Buckets of clean hot water come.She immediately asked others to help stir the pudding, and she immediately started to prepare the tray, teapot and cutlery, and soon I had enough food for a small banquet.

I ran to the stables and told Burrich to stay in my room for a while, then went upstairs to Burrich's room to get the herbs and roots I needed.As soon as I opened his door, I felt the chill in the room, and the damp and musty smell, and I thought I should get someone to light a fire, and then bring some wood, water, and candles.Burrich wasn't supposed to be here all winter, so he had made the room very spartan. I only saw jars of herbal salves, but no fresh, dried herbs, and he Nor did he carry it with him, nor did he give the herbs to others before he set off. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. I hadn't been here in months.Childhood memories come to mind: I remember spending hours mending saddles or oiling saddles in front of the fireplace, sleeping on a mat in front of the fire, and the first dog I ever had on a leash Big Nose, which Burrich took away later in case I used my Wit.I shook my head at the waves of conflicting emotions and hurried out of the room.

Next, I knocked on Patience's door.Lei Xi looked at my face after opening the door, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?" "Burrich is back, and he's in my room now, he's badly hurt, but I don't have any suitable herbs..." "Did you go to the doctor?" I hesitated for a while. "Burrich always likes to do things his own way."