Chapter 178 Chapter 178 The Unruly Hound

If the hound-keeper suspects that the dog-watching page is using his wits to do all he can to desecrate and divert the hound, he has to watch for these signs: if the page isn't blah-blah to his friends, be careful; if the hound is watching Be on the lookout for jumping up excitedly before the page, or whining before he leaves; if a hound neglects its duty for a bitch in heat, or obeys the page to stay off the blood-stained path, then there is no doubt up.Suspend the page, as high as possible over the water, and away from the stables, and burn his body.Drowning every hound he had trained, and the puppies of these desecrated dogs, because a hound that knows Wit fears or respects no master, but is bound to become a Get evil and fall.No matter how old the hounds are, a wit-wielding pageboy cannot beat an unruly hound, nor can he bear to see his wit hound sold or used as bear bait, and will take his master's hound as Owned, never truly loyal to his master, only to his Wisdom Hound.

I wake up.Of all the cruel taunts of fate I have lately encountered, I consider this awakening to be the cruelest.I lay still while compartmentalizing the various discomforts.The fatigue after the carrisseed frenzy subsided, combined with the exhaustion from my Skill duel with Zegu and Duanning.I had a pretty bad sword wound on my right forearm, and a wound on my left thigh that I don't remember.None of the wounds were covered with dressings, and the sleeves and trousers were sticking to the skin with dried blood.Whoever knocked me unconscious must have been punched a few more times by someone else.Other than that I'm fine.I told myself many times to ignore the trembling in my left leg and right hand, and then opened my eyes.

I was in a small stone room with a bedpan in the corner.When I could move at last, I looked up, and I saw a door and a small barred window through which came the light of the torches in the corridor outside.Oh yes, this is the dungeon.When I satisfied my curiosity, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.Nose to tail, I rested securely in the depths of the snow-covered den, and the illusion of safety was all that Nighteyes could give me.I was so weak that even Nighteyes' thoughts were hazy.Safe, that's all it can convey. I woke up again, aware that time was passing because I was getting thirsty.Other than that, everything is clearly business as usual.I judged at this moment that I was lying on a stone bench, and there was nothing between me and the stone except the clothes I was wearing.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Guard!" No one responded.Everything seemed a little blurry, and then I couldn't remember if I called it out, or just pulled myself together to do it.After a while, I judged that I had no strength, so I fell asleep again, and I couldn't think of anything else to do. The voice of Patience arguing woke me up.Whoever she was arguing with was quiet and tough. "This is ridiculous. What are you afraid of me doing?" There was a silence. "I've known him since he was a kid." There was another silence. "He's hurt. At least let me see how he's hurt. Would it do me any harm? You could hang him whole as easily as you could hurt him, wouldn't you?" There was another silence.

After a while I felt like I could move.I've got a bunch of bruises and scrapes on my body that I can't explain, probably from getting here from the lobby.The worst part about moving was that the clothes on the scabbed wounds were chafing and painful, but I decided to live with it.Even though the room was small, it was a long walk for me from the bed to the door.When I got to the door, I realized that I could only look out through the small iron window, a stone wall on the other side of the narrow corridor, and grabbed the iron bar with my uninjured left hand. "Patience?" I said hoarsely.

"Fitz? Oh, Fitz, are you all right?" What a great question.I laughed, but it turned into a cough. After coughing, there was a smell of blood in my mouth, and I didn't know what to say.I'm not fine, but it's best not to let her care too much about me, and even though I'm in a mess right now, I know that. "I'm okay." I finally said it hoarsely. "Oh, Fitz, the king is dead!" she called to me from the corridor, her words trembling with eagerness to tell me all the details. "And Queen Kettricken is missing too, and Crown Prince Regal says you planned it all. They say—"

"Mrs. Patience, you have to leave now." The guard tried to interject, but she ignored it. "--you were maddened with grief over Verity's death, and you killed the king, Tannin, and Zegu, and they didn't know what you did to the queen, nor could anyone..." "You can't talk to a prisoner, ma'am!" he said firmly, but she paid no attention. "--Find the Fool. Wallace, that's him, he said he saw you and the Fool arguing over the King's body, and then saw the Pockmarked Man come and take the King's soul. The man is mad! And , Regal also accuses you of poor magic and possessing the souls of beasts! He says that's how you kill kings. Next—"

"Madame! You must leave now, or I shall take you away by force." "Then do it!" Patience scolded him. "Let me see if you dare. Leixi, this man is harassing me. Oh! How dare you want to touch me! I am the princess of Junqi! Leixi, don't hurt him. He is just a young man, although he is innocent Lily's lad, but always a lad." "Madam Patience, I beg you..." The guard changed his tone. "If you really want to take me away, you'll have to leave your job. Don't you think I'm too stupid to understand that? What will you do then? Attack two older ladies with your sword?"

"Chester! Chester, where are you?" the guard on duty shouted. "Damn you, Chester!" I heard him call in a frustrated voice to his resting companion, who was probably upstairs drinking cold beer and eating stew in the guardhouse across from the kitchen.I feel dizzy. "Chester?" The guard's voice faded away.In fact, he was a fool to leave Mrs. Patience at his post while he went to find his companions.Presently I heard the faint clatter of her loafers outside the door, and felt her fingers touch my hand holding the bar.She wasn't tall enough to see in, and the corridor was too narrow for her to step back and let me see her, but the touch of her hand was as pleasant as sunlight.

"Watch if he's back, Lacey," she ordered, and then she spoke to me, "How do you feel?" She whispered only for me to hear. "Thirst, hunger, cold, pain." I really couldn't figure out why I should lie to her. "What happened in the castle?" "It was a complete mess. The Buckkeep guards were fighting in the hall, and then the inlanders brought by Regal and the Buckkeep guards were arguing outside. The Queen's guards were wedged between them, and they The officers of the army asked their troops to stand back and line up. However, the situation was still very tense, and not only the soldiers were fighting, but many of the guests were bruised or still limping, but fortunately no guests were seriously injured. Brad's Worst wounded, they say. Broken ribs, bruised and swollen eyes, and arm problems from the one he got to keep the Faroese from hurting you, but Burrich says he'll be fine. It's cleared up The line was crossed, and the dukes walked up and down like dogs raging at each other."

"Burrich?" I asked hoarsely. "He didn't join the fight," she said firmly. "He's fine, if it's appropriate to be angry and rude to everyone, but I guess that's normal for him."