Chapter 147 Chapter 147 Abnormal Fearful Thoughts

Nothing major happened on the trip back to Buckkeep.Kettricken was tired by the time we got ready to leave, and while she tried not to show it, the dark circles under her eyes and the shape of her lips said it all.Prince Kelva had prepared a litter for her to ride in, but she soon became sickened by the violent shaking, returned it gratefully, and mounted her mare for the journey home. On the second night on the way home, Fox Mitt came to our campfire and told Burrich that she seemed to have seen a wolf, and had seen it several times that day.Burrich shrugged nonchalantly, reassuring her that it was probably just curious and not a threat to us.After she left, Burrich turned to me and said, "This is going on too often."

"what?" "A wolf, someone saw a wolf near you. Be careful, Fitz. When you hunted the Forged, there were already rumors that there were wolf footprints everywhere in the incident, and the wounds on the robbers were also Definitely not a knife wound. I've been told they saw a wolf wandering around Kit Yee Cove the night of the war and I've even heard ridiculous stories of a wolf turning into a human at the end of the war. There were footprints all over the dirt outside the queen's tent , even though everyone was tired and in a hurry to dispose of the bodies, it was discovered that some of the robbers were not killed by humans."

Some?what! Burrich's face contorted with rage. "Stop! Stop now!" You're tough, Heart of the Pack, but-- The thought was interrupted, and then I heard a sudden bark from the bushes, and some startled horses looked in that direction, and I stared at Burrich.He angrily rebuked Nighteyes from a distance. The force he's using is strong, you're lucky you're far from here... I start to warn Nighteyes. Burrich turned and stared at me. "I said, stop doing that! STOP NOW!" He looked away in disgust, "I'd rather have you ride with your hands in your pants than see you do that in front of me a lot, it irritates me. "

I do not know what to say.I knew from years of working with him that he wouldn't openly debate his views on the Wit.He knows I'm connected to Nighteyes, and it's easy for me to tolerate him so I don't have to keep reminding him that the wolf is connected to me.I bowed my head in agreement, and that night, for the first time in a long time, I had a dream of my own. I dream about Molly.Wearing a red dress again, she squatted on the beach and used a waist knife to dig out shellfish from the rocks to eat, then looked up and smiled at me.As soon as I approached, she jumped up and ran barefoot in front of me. I chased after her, but she was still agile, her hair fluttering behind her shoulders, and she only smiled when I called her to wait for me.When I awoke, I felt a strange sense of joy that she ran faster than me, and the dreamy scent of lavender still lingered deep in my heart.

We are looking forward to receiving a grand welcome when we return to Buckkeep, and the ship should take advantage of the better weather to dock before us to convey the message of victory, so we are not surprised to see Regal's guards coming. .But the strange thing is that they continued to ride after seeing us, and no one shouted or waved, but walked towards us silently and solemnly like ghosts.I think Burrich and I saw at the same time that the men at the front of the line were holding tokens, and the little sticks, polished to a bright shine, heralded great news.Burrich turned to look at me as we watched the group approach, a look of horror on his face. "King Shrewd is dead?" he guessed softly.

I wasn't surprised at all, I just felt a sense of loss.The terrified boy in me gasped as nothing stood between me and Regal.On the other hand, I wonder what it would be like to address Shrewd as "Grandfather" instead of "Your Majesty the King".However, these selfish thoughts are insignificant compared to the meaning of my prince's people.For better or for worse, Shrewd made me, brought me back to life as a boy who played under the hall table one day many years ago, stamped his own stamp on me, and decided that I must read and learn calligraphy , You also have to learn swordsmanship and poisoning.In my opinion, the idea that I now have to take responsibility for my actions with his death is a very frightening thought.

All are aware of the burden of leadership.We stopped in the road, and Kettricken's guards stepped back to let him pass to her, and in an eerie silence he handed her the token, and a small scroll.She removed the red wax seal from the scroll, and I watched it fall to the muddy ground.She slowly opened the scroll to read, with a strange expression on her face, then one hand slipped to her side, and the scroll fell to the ground along with the seal.It's irreversible, and she doesn't want to watch it anymore.She didn't pass out or cry, she just put her hands on her stomach and stared into the distance, and I knew from her action that it wasn't Shrewd, but Verity had died.

I search for him.Somewhere, somewhere in my mind, he must still be huddled there, there must be a connection, the tiniest connection... I don't even know when it disappeared, I just remember every time Whenever I fight, I seem to cut off contact with him.It doesn't help.I think now of the night of the battle, and I thought I heard Verity shouting meaningless orders, and I couldn't understand a single word, but now I think they were operational orders, ordering us to spread out or take cover, or ...But I can't recall the content of the command.I looked into Burrich's questioning eyes, and shrugged. "I don't know," I said quietly, while he frowned tightly thinking about it all.

Kettricken sat very silently on her horse, no one dared to touch her or speak.I glanced at Burrich and saw the fateful resignation in his eyes, for this was the second time he'd seen the Crown Prince die before taking the throne.After a long silence, Kettricken turned her horse and looked around at her bodyguard and the cavalry following her. "I learned from Prince Regal's message that the Crown Prince Verity has passed away." She did not raise her voice, but said every word in a sonorous voice.The joy died, and the light of victory dimmed in the eyes of all, as she paused for a moment to make the fact known, then nudged her horse and went on, and we followed her back to Buckkeep.

We passed through the gates without hindrance, the soldiers on guard looking up as we passed, and one of them saluted the Queen casually, but she didn't notice.Burrich's face darkened even more, but he said nothing. The situation in the castle courtyard seemed to be the same as usual.The stable hands helped us lead the horses home, and the other servants and people went about their daily chores.It's all so familiar, it bothers me a little.It just didn't feel quite right when Verity died and daily routines went on as usual. Burrich helped Kettricken dismount, where her ladies were already waiting.I watched the court ladies rush Kettricken into the house, marveling at her exhaustion, asking if she was all right, and expressing sympathy, regret, and sorrowful wonders all at the same time.And I also vaguely noticed a hint of jealousy on Fox Glove's face.As the captain of the queen's bodyguard, she has the status of a soldier and swore to protect the queen's life, but no matter how much she cares about her queen, she cannot follow her into the castle at this time.Kettricken is in the care of her court ladies now, but I know Burrich will not be alone at Kettricken's door tonight.